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Near the end of my first week of new life phase

¦ dialling in from the sky bunker ¦

18:50 GMT, Thursday 11th October. Ahhhh. What a lovely feeling. Settling down into my chair, at my desk, in the ambient and warm lighting of the sky bunker. Philip Glass is playing via random selection of laptop, just merging into Brendan Perry "I must have been blind". It's been another great day at work, another day seeing me smiling as I walk, savouring the sudden and dramatic upward shift in my circumstances.

I got out of bed this morning in the dark, only to find it was already 6AM... so I'm missed my 4AM writing slot, but I guess I must have needed the exra sleep so I'm not complaining, and I made good progress with Yellow Dawn last night (rather than heading out for a social with Hagen at the Mud Dock), so I'm not feeling like I'm falling behind. As the daylight began to filter through the windows I discovered Bristol was submerged in dense fog. This remained during my bus journey and I looked up from my notes on Yellow Dawn, as the bus passed through Bitton / Kelston, as I usually do, to savour the visual treat... the edge of the road beyond the windows of the bus bordered by dry-stone walling, green with moss, and the illusion of being miles up, lost in cloud, because the sharp drop beyond was obscured by the fog...only occaisionally would the skeletal form of a tree be vaguely visible... it was an altogether Cthulhoid bus journey this morning, and I loved it.

Parked myself in Bath's Boston Tea Party around 8.25am, and stayed there with a mug of coffee, editing the proof copy of Yellow Dawn until 9.15. Work. Wow. What a buzz. I'm loving it.

So now I'm back home. A mug of tea with Jo downstairs before I clamber all the way up here.

Djr