June

[Sweder]

There's a weird mix of emotions lingering around this place at the moment.
Some good stuff for sure - BBs impending exploits have us all scratching our whiskers in disbelief - but MLCMan's travails and El Gordo's series of setbacks add a soupcon of melancholy to our usually jovial blend.

Not sure if that had something to do with me bailing out of this morning's run or not. It certainly wasn't the weather - a fabulous summer morning had me slumped in a chair on the front porch, coffee in hand, sun-bathing at 07:15 in the a m. In England! Blimey

The dogs gave me the old one-two - 'Hello Dad! Let's go! Wag wag!' - but I wasn't buying it, deferring to recently-finished-exams Number One Son. They'll get out sometime after midday most likely. Work is full-on at the moment (I've had to blow out consecutive monthly golf days - unheard of) and what with the nightly watering patrol in my new front garden, Euro 2008, travel up the wazoo . . . I'm plain tuckered out.

As my good friend Down Under said today (and to steal an excellent line from Hawkwind) -
Hurry on sundown, see what tomorrow brings