My yesterday was blue dear Today I'm a part of you

Does a day get more perfect?

I woke early,very early, with a Tooli arriving home, and stumbling about satisfying her munchie cravings.

I woke a couple of hours later, as Beloved rose from bed, and cried plaintively about his forthcoming Scout Holiday. I have barely seen him in the last two weeks, as he has been out packing, or shopping, or packing, or shopping. I rose with him, and had a cuddle and extracted a list of promises.

"Will you think of me every morning?"

"Will you think of me every night?".

"Will you miss me?"

"Will you always love me?"

"Will you come home to me?"

"Promise me you won't kill anyone?"

And then he was gone.

Then it was time to drag Tooli from her pit. She stumbled back and forth between the bathroom and the bedroom, pulling herself together while at the same time telling me what a mixed up thing guys are.

I got her to work on time, despite, stopping briefly for an environmental type process "Save the Trees" I yelled and shook my first at the lumberjacks;and promised I would return with lunch - more carbohydrates to feed the hangover, and left her with the car keys for the trip home; She'll be well sober by 5.30.

I then walked the two miles to the Scout hall, ditzying around, stopping here and there.

The day doesn't really get any better, when it hasn't woken up itself yet.The harbour silent, the sail boat drifting in the lack of wind, the clouds still whisps of white fluff, going nowhere, because the wind has not stirred from it's slumber.

Every where was clear and still. I could see houses on Arran 22 miles away across the water. I could hear boat owners stepping around their boats as they made ready for sail.

Shops were still closed, so window shopping around the town was the order of the day; and as I wandered a made a mental list of things I wanted to buy when they were open.

Then a flurry of messages to be done, a quick jaunt to the supermarket, and then back home for a cuppa, and prepare Tooli's lunch. The look of relief on her face when I handed it over the counter made me wish I had taken her an extra couple of energy drinks. That gal will be so early in bed tonight!!

And here I sit. 7 hours after I got up, needing a nap,and yet, still find myself bounding over to the door. Bean the Cat has developed a new behaviour. When she kills something,she brings it to the house, and then sings, cat-like at the door,until I come to the door and sing praises back at her for being such a clever killer.

I suppose I should be grateful she doesn't bring it in the open door.

Ah. Sleep,perchance to dream.