Robbed of 90 Minutes

I woke up this morning because I thought I heard the alarm. I thought, sod it, I'm going to have a bit of a lie-in. And so, I lay in bed thinking about how much I enjoy just lying there.

Of course, the busy side of my brain wasn't having that and the relaxing thoughts were all shoved to one side and I was heavily involved in what would happen today to make sure my last day with our clients went smoothly. And then to add to the misery, the real alarm went off and I realised that I'd been robbed of 90 minutes of dreaming. That can make one quite grumpy.

Anyway, I got to work and had another let's-just-keep-adding-things-to-the-list sort of workday that went from just before 8 this morning until half six this evening. Sheesh.

Consequently, I had no time to look for a blip and so you get Moot, looking a wee bit dopier than I do and a whole lot cuter.