Submarine

After a gloomy weekend, here's Monday morning and a week of lates... 10 - 7 today, then 11 - 7 for the rest of the week and 9 - 1 on Saturday morning.
I feel like I'm in a submarine that has slowed down, inching over barely there terrain, picked out in flickering searchlights... if submarines have searchlights of course.
No sign of shore or sky.
Fifteen minutes till I leave for work, a cup of tea to drink, and then a walk to town in a hopefully autumnal morning.
The weekend was far too sunny.