The light goes deep with a mild illness, the two lamps in my room cast an old light, yellowed like the pages of attic-books. I'm listening to The Tors of Dartmoor - an album I only got through the post today, but feels like I listened to it years ago.
Snow gone now just about. When I left work, the pavements were damp with rainy glitter, but I don't remember it raining.
My bed is looking tempting. Just gone 8:00pm and I might just creep into bed...
