Coffee and Smoke.

Off to work means a smoke is necessary. Always softens the blow of a ten hour shift. But at least I have smoke so long I won't be a dopey idiot, no one can ever tell I'm decked. Hah.

I love the fresh blue morning sky of winter, if only it was as warm as it appears from the bus windless, well, ish...because I'm actually rather cold because the condensation from the window has soaked into my sleeve. Great.