There is that rather scary big birthday coming and for some reason I'm dreading it. I never like the idea of the approaching birthdays, etc, which is precisely why I celebrate them, perhaps to placate the fickle, malevolent gods. And, well, I never thought I'd make it remotely this far. AS they say, the alternative is worse but increasingly it is a stranger that looks back at me in the mirror in the mornings and if the journey started by being a lonely one it hasn't got much better in that respect, no matter how much company (and good company) I happen to find myself in.
Also, I seem to have caught a cold. It always happens as soon as I get even a tiny bit of holidays, in this case school holidays. At least no 5:30 rises till September.