What's the time, Mr Wolf?

Slightly less bleary-eyed today.
Accomplished precisely nothing though.
Sluggish* and flat**.
Pants rolled up though, and shirt sleeves to follow.
House needs a clean.
Warm Jets by Holly Throsby on the stereo.
Not sure if I'll be able to hear it over the vacuum cleaner.

Cup Day Holiday tomorrow.

*And not at all wolf-like. Photo clearly misleading, and evidence of today's lack of inspiration.
**Although a bit more cheery after pulling my Maasai blanket out of the washing machine completely dry. Seven dollar quick dry technology. Brilliant. Who needs Goretex?