Through the glass darkly

This is straight out of the camera, no photoshopping - just the house opposite from our bedroom window, on a wet night, when the rich blacks and oranges conspire with the raindrops to make a thing of beauty.

That's what I love about blipping; it forces you to look.

TSM worked from home and went through a box of tissues, such was her state of snotty cold. I had an okay day in the office. A really silly deadline presented to me at ten past two, needing a response by four o'clock. A small kerfuffle prompted by some national newspaper headlines. Several people needing "stuff". But I rarely panic about these things any more. And I was a good boy on the eating front.

Time to settle down with a movie for a little while before bedtime...

PS Music notes:

Marcel Bianchi. Fantastic French electronic guitarist, very moody and at the top end of the post war French Jazz scene. Played with Django Reinhardt.