As am I, it's already nearly Sunday Morning here, so I'll be off.
Oh, and isn't tomorrow the end of Lent? Because in that case I might just stay up and around so I can scoff as much sweet rubbish as I can once it turns Sunday. That's greedy old me for ya!
The rain we knew is a thing of the past -
deep-delving, dark, deliberate you would say
browsing on spire and bogland; but today
our sky-blue slates are steaming in the sun,
our yachts tinkling and dancing in the bay
like racehorses. We contemplate at last
shining windows, a future forbidden to no one.
Derek Mahon
"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."
Arthur Miller