I require going back to bed, but the body is not done yet. Blood propelled me from the bed and into the bath this morning at an hour I’d rather not admit to. I’m barely into the tub when it hits, splashing, filling the bottom from side to side. The red flushes the pastel ceramic into B-movie horror colours between my feet and I wonder if anyone else ever has these mornings. No matter that I had water running warm enough to burst into flame, I was cold, still am. The sun will be warm today, I can tell by the blasted blue sky above my window and the birds who won’t shut up, but I can’t imagine it particularly helping. I know me well enough to know that I’m unlikely to leave my house alone. There’s a LastFridays meeting tonight at my house, 7pm