Get up… oh, late. So late I don’t even bother to look at the clock.
Haru elects to go out and get breakfast (good call, too, as when it arrives it’s far superior to anything I might have got – croissants and pain au chocolat from the nice bread shop on the South Bank).
The rest of the day… not much really. Lying down, running around, getting covers etc printed for the MeFiSwap CDs I should have sent out a week ago, that sort of thing.
I try to write an essay, but decide to do a demostration instead, as the essay isn’t getting anywhere, which suggests that perhaps it’s not supposed to be written.