Joie de vivre

[tamaranth]

- breakfast (as is only sensible after late night with alcohol, and meeting imaginary internet friends). Red Bull and smoked salmon beaglebagel.

- what a pretty sky this morning: high, fluffy cloud (which I should be able to name) and sunshine. Worth being up early for.

- have a wonderful book awaiting me at home. I know it's wonderful even though I only read 20 pages, and read 'em when I'd been drinking. Hy Brasil, by Margaret Elphinstone. It's a novel about a travel writer ...

- am actually enjoying work (mostly) at the moment. Having produced five major versions and countless revisions of the technical specification for an Asbestos-Related Claims database (yawn), I now get to do some actual programming. Despite Project Manager stretching every 30-minute meeting to 90 minutes, and quibbling over fine detail.

- I don't think I have removed the Robert Plant minidisk - Dreamland - from my walkman since it first went in on Tuesday ... I do love this album. It's mainly cover versions of classic songs - 'Song to the Siren', 'Hey Joe', 'One More Cup of Coffee' - and possibly one of the bluesiest things he's done. The voice of a man who has Lived, capital very much intended: and yet it's distinctively the same voice as on the very first Zep album.

- weekend starts tonight! And by the end of it I will have notched another notch in my metaphorical LJ belt: and will also be able to make witty jokes about 'To Hull and Back'. I bet you can all hardly wait.

- Have lots of writing that I'm actually looking forward to doing, both online and offline. I absolutely adore having too much, rather than too little, that I want to write.

Going to sit in the sun with lproven and diss City architecture. Go me.