Unable to make marvelous cherry tree viewing gig at Alleged Lit place today. I did however have a rather nice dream of Damian Cugley eating cake simultaneously elucidating clearly on some matter or other. Happy birthday mate, sorry I can't make it.
Went to bed last night with the best feeling I've had in years. If I hadnt chopped my hair down it would be quite atrocious about now. My today is shiny and full of the joys of Sprungmer. I hope yours is full of shine and enriched contentment too.