the tip of my nose: frozen
it was so hard to drag myself from bed today, half an hour before 6am.
there was Canon to analyse, there was coffee to be made, but what about ... my sleep? when will I sleep enough?
and of course i don't have energy for lots of other things, but even a full Paul Keating cup of straight black coffee hasn't done the job. I've done my job, well, one of them anyway.
Now I'm going to cook porridge and try and find shoes without holes to wear to work.

It might be beautiful, but it's a sleepy morning.