yesterday morning: slept late. pretty sunny day with sweet little birds in the tree outside while i clutch a cup of tea and struggle to wake up. glad i don't have a cat.

this morning: woke up 8ish, got up 10ish. grey undecided day with evil mynah birds in the tree. i glare at them over the top of a Monty Python mug until they have no choice but to ignore me entirely and get on with their nefarious schemes. wish i had a cat, snakes, mongeese and guns.

is it shallow to want to move somewhere cold so i can wear scarves? they're pretty scarves.