¦ dialling in from Jesus Mound ¦
17:09 GMT, Sunday 21st September, 2008. "Horizons" by L T J Bukem is playing through laptop speakers on random. Soft grey light flooding through skylights above me and the french doors to my left. It's cold up here in Newcastle... meanwhile, the rest of England is baking in a true summer heat. Go figure.
It's been a lovely few days, as usual. Not much relaxing going on. Following on from my bizarre 2.30am wake-up the other morning, when I decided to redo my website, I've continued the redesign and rebuild. Made excellent progress and I'm very pleased with the new look and feel.
I'm shaking my fist at Jason A (work colleague), as I've picked up his man-flu and I'm now "enjoying" the rapid development of the symptoms. Quite spacey. So I'm going to throw some big logs into mum's cast-iron wood burner and get a fire going, then settle down in the rocking chair with a big glass of wine and just lose myself for the evening.
I've got a 5AM start tomorrow morning, got to get to the airport and catch a flight back to Bristol. Then work.
Djr