In England
Despite the comfy temperature and our own bed, back to our English grey skied rainy reality. Calliope woke me at a hideously early 4:20 and spent the day shadowing me, and occasionally nipping me in an unprovoked way for my absence. Brian ghosts in from time to time seeming weirdly paranoid. Lorraine with a bad griping stomach, and me with a touch of a sore throat and still-deaf ear howling with tinnitus. Both under The Cloud of Things That Must Be Done. Some legal stuff on the house weighing heavily. Some of this involves all denizens of the Old Church Hall, and luckily progress has been made while we were away. Nevertheless we were comparatively gentle with ourselves. A quick drive into town for Sainsbury's and picking up a frame. Someone had broken the wing mirror off the car, so we had to hold it in place with a bungee rope. Later, I flirted for a few hours with the 400 emails that have accumulated in my absence -- mostly rubbish of course, but my computer also kept free...