Misty morning

I had a strange dream last night (while camped out in the wee CEOs bed. again)

I dreamt that I was walking to work, doing what I always do... Racing the bus - seeing how many bus stops I can pass before the bus catches me at one and I get on... (Needless to say I often miss a bus or two). But in my dream I was walking to Glasgow. I'd walked one stop too many. I was late. Then I was cycling. Then I was panicking. Then I woke up...

Needless to say, I raced the bus this morning. Missed it, got on the wrong one and was a little late.

Misty mind. Misty morning.