Author: PeterMBall

Today I’m doing that thing where I stare without really looking at things, and it’s entirely possible that there are portions of my brain that have dozed off figuring that the rest of my brain will pick up the slack. Unfortunately no-one told the rest of my brain that, so I’m focusing on things in very short bursts, for as long as my concentration holds, and then I go back to whatever I’m doing when I’m staring into space. Which is mostly thinking about going back to bed or daydreaming about lunch.

It’s been a cold morning here. I pulled a spare blanket onto the bed last night and woke up this morning feeling toasty warm and, more importantly, not several hours earlier than my alarm. The latter has happened a few times this week, and I suspect that I’ve found the culprit. I rather enjoy sleeping in a warm bed, but that requires the bed staying warm and temperatures in my flat tend to shift several degrees over the course of a few hours. It’s been a pleasurable kind of Saturday. Last night I ducked out to do some late night laundry, getting home on the cusp of midnight, and this morning I finished reading Dreams Underfood Underfoot before getting up and eating breakfast and drinking too much coffee while skyping friends I don’t really get to talk too often enough. We spoke of books and writing and hopping vampires and eventually got onto the topic of Eurovision, which only one of us