My weekend trip to Granada is *still* not finalised; I won’t go in to the reason, but the source of the problem isn’t me.
If I don’t make it to Spain this weekend, maybe a trip to Ace Cafe on Sunday morning, on the Bandit, for one of their world-famous All Day Breakfasts?
Also, I still haven’t decided which gig I’m going to see tomorrow evening.
Besides, if I have a tough day at work, all bets for hitting an evening gig on a schoolnight could be off anyway.
I had a very late night last night; as well as being a late night, there wasn’t too much by way of restful sleepage going on when I did get to bed.
It was, unsurprisingly, very difficult to get out of bed this morning.
The 4.45am alarm played pleasant music and, you know, it was just great to lie there and gradually wake up, listening to excellent sounds.
The 5.10am alarm got switched off and…
My mattress continued to get some pressing exercise.
At 5.40 my conscience got the better of me; I was in the shower and, having shaved and dressed, on my way to work.
Bugger breakfast, I ate at the office.
Like yesterday, today was another massive day at work.
Like yesterday, by the time I switch out the light this evening, today will have been another 20-hour day.
There is so much work-stuff going on but I can’t talk about it, obv.
But I can say that this weekend is phase one of a big thing, and members of my team will be working all weekend.
And next weekend is phase two of a big thing, and again, members of my team will be working all weekend.
So things are busy.
I’m still considering riding the Bandit to work tomorrow.
We’ll see how that thinking looks in the cold dark of a new morning.