incandescens | or a bit of a bob

Had a very nice peaceful day and didn't do anything much.

Wish tomorrow weren't Monday.

Must be good and not spend all next week alternating between "I need a holiday, sigh" and "I'm about to have a holiday, woo hoo", as both are irritating to co-workers.

Should perhaps also consider booking the Monday off after I get back from the America trip in October/November, given that I get in on Sunday morning, and while technically I may be capable of work on the Monday, odds are against being very capable.

The weather forecast promises more rain.

Must remember to send (already purchased) birthday present to sister before the 11th.

---

Butterfly

Down the air
He falls sun-lazy
Debonair
Upon a daisy;

Now he drifts
To fall between
Snowy rifts
Of scented bean;

And where petals
Lift in flight,
There he settles
Hid from sight.

-- S. Thomas Ansell