I had my alarm set for an early time this morning. However, given that my body clock wasn't really programmed for any particular time-zone, I think it's fair to say that any time I set the alarm for would be arbitrary. At some time soon after the alarm started to go off, my house mate popped his head around the door and said good morning, offering me first go in the shower. I declined. We saw, through the haze of morning-eyes, each other's heads. I doubt he even noticed from my shapeless form in the bed, that I've probably lost and gained some weight since we last saw each other in August. I wouldn't expect him to notice anyway - he's a man; even if he had noticed, he's not allowed to say.

Anyway, he had his shower and set about doing what he had to do. I decided to have a lie-in. Well, sort of. I lay there, my mind on various topics, largely the question of whether being a cave is good (I decided that it would be nice to be a cave), and then I lay there some more. I watched the time tick on by, in 5 minute segments punctuated by my mobile phone's snooze facility. Then, I eventually rose from the bed.

Putting on the same clothes I wore for work yesterday, with different underwear, of course, I headed to my car, de-iced it, and then zoomed off to work, instinctively driving at the speed limit, which is helpful for my cause of not losing my licence any more than I'm already losing it.

I'd lain in bed in a partially awoken state for a good hour and it felt restful, if not the most efficient use of the time.

The first item of the day at work was a meeting to express where things are going concerning our wellbeing. That's bound to be a good thing. The text, during the meeting, offering me an MCing spot the same evening was a kick to the adrenaline gland and the rest of the day is now about completing the necessary work and then revving up to get home and then back out to the gig in time to MC it.