So much of the week is spent in a haze of wishing for the weekend, and here it is. Clock ticking on my wall (thats a lie, windowsill) marking the seconds of this day that I have clung to since the dawning of Monday. Soooo, I got up early to make the most of it, lagging now. Ran in the rain, sweat and rain drops merging to a sweet combination of cool heat, went to the shop for fresh bakery items; warm and throbbing through their paper wrappers – avoided eating them. Bought sunflowers, beautifully imperfect shiny-ness. Now I must consider what to make of the next 14 hours. tick tock tick tock.