A slow day of treacle wading. 
Awake at 6; it took me ti nearer quarter to 8 before I actually summoned up the energy to get up and out; and head for the office. By which time I'd missed the best of the clear sunrise - probably not helped by stopping for Halls cherry menthol sweets. 

So a morning of phone calls and writing and plodding through work; a lunchtime stroll about the block with Al (I bought some spray paint;  forgot my camera; clearly not 100%) A good chat though. 

A forgettable afternoon; I finally left around 1845; thumping head; lacking energy. So I took a photo and jumped on the bike and went at great pace to Porty to take some photos which may or may not appear on another journal. 

In at 8, sleeping by 10. Bleurgh