Tomorrow

I didn't eat nearly enough today. I hate when I do that. It sneaks up on me and makes me crash mid afternoon. Rest days aren't supposed to be like that. Tomorrow is better, it always is. I know where the gaps are and what happens is good.

Mine

New pictures in my head, playing to the strengths not entirely out of the one or into the other but the clock ticks and the calendar turns. Program shaping up to make me the 'crosser I always hope to be. I can't get over how good my morning coffee has been the last few days, I am never disappointed, proper, stout brew. Tomorrow the bialetti gets its first taste of Peets.The pixels arrange their place and the image appears. Consistent, solid. Ready?