Waking up

I’ve been getting up at strange times lately. Hard for a person who loves routine so very much.

I was delighted to get some commissions for work, some gigs, recently.

Last year I set goals, and kept them. Later some of them kept me. This year I’m just tying myself to the pier and hoping my boat won’t bob away on the waters.

It’s cool this morning at regular o’clock, the lady in the hat is late, but the Lycra mob at The Gunshop are bang on. Restart in beautiful ways, sad as you are, soft as you can be.

I’ve almost worn out for Emma. A record would be skipping by now.