Hazy

That's been me all over today. Fuzzy, lacking any sort of clarity at all.

I went to bed late last night in quite a lot of pain - I think I pulled my shoulder yesterday carrying my laptop case. By bedtime it was excruciating - I could happily have taken a knife to the spot under my left shoulder blade where I knew the problem was.

Woke up at nine to get to the Royal Mail sorting office (which shuts at 10a.m. on a Saturday - that's helpful!). Got my parcel then came home and went back to bed because it still hurt.

Corin has subsequently had a go at it and I have had more time resting (sleeping). It has eased somewhat, but honestly, it made me feel pretty lousy. Not life threatening though, so I must remember that it isn't THAT big a deal.

Seemingly, the weather gods are not going to provide me with an opportunity to use the new binoculars to have a shufty at the supernova.
So you get a cloudy moon instead.

Have discovered today that it is difficult to record yourself talking to a webcam without sounding and looking like a bit of a pillock. 4 attempts later, following interruptions by the cats, James and my inability to string a sentence together without saying "Erm" I think I got something I was happy with. Whether it can be used for the intended purpose is a completely different question and not my decision. Thank goodness.

No haircut for James - that's tomorrow now.