Seriously, need to sleep more! Two dawns running is not good.
Chilling this morning, sorting out cookbooks, recipes, magazines, top-of-fridge-dwelling dust bunnies, listening to music. Later I am going to put together pretty flatpack bookshelves from IKEA that lovely, kind friend took me to buy and squeezed them magically into her hatchback.
Had a lonesome spell listening to Hawksley Workman. 'Don't Be Crushed' is the most heartbreakingly achey song ever. The Wallflowers came along and pulled me out of the depths with '6th Avenue Heartache' which always lifts me. Heard it the other night in Halifax airport too.