Routine

It feels like a while since the last through-the-windscreen cathedral blip, as I wait for CarbBoy to come out of fight club.

Sleep is slowly improving, in the latter part of the night at least (two wakings before the late night shipping forecast - as Mr B says, perhaps I need to go to bed later).

Busy work day. A colleague announced last night she might have a small spanner to put in the works of an already hard-fought contract. Monkey wrench more like.... Head in hands time.

Determined to get some gardening in this weekend. And I will not read the news.