It feels deliciously hedonistic to lie in till 5:30 in the morning. It feels like wasting the day away when one's usual wake up time is 3:30 and from there a quick jump to feed the cats, shower, dress, make tea, grab food, scrape the car and rush off to work.
I have a painting in my head, dear Children, I saw it yesterday on the way in to work in the scant light of 4:30am. I have a feeling a lot of the work I do over the next few years will involve darkness and very little light. But hard times are good for art if not for artists themselves so perhaps I'll be rather prolific? If I could get to my art supplies I'd start today, unfortunately they are walled in by all the books and things I'm decluttering. Maybe I'll load the car up and take a load over to the jumble shop this morning so I can get to my paints and make some space to work.
It's still dark out here, it will be for over an hour. I think I'll lie here in my comfy bed and read my lovely, entertaining book and sip this gorgeous Yorkshire tea.