West Of Sunset*

The cows are all bunched together in the middle of the field late this afternoon when I visit them.  Show you:

Still: am glad that have bothered to trudge up there to see them: it’s a pleasant summer evening.  

Don’t seem to have made it back to the flat today.  Had a Bad Night of sleeping last night, with dreams of my Seb so waking up was horrible.  At Spin, feel that I’m working as hard as I can and yet my device tells me that my average effort is just 70%.  Not sure if this is due to lack of sleep or the heat.  “It’s very humid today,” Mum says.  The attached photo is today’s Spin outfit.

Am on the parental sofa with the panther. He rests his head in my lap and it’s hot weather to have a big cat sleeping all over me.  Dad dozes in his chair.

On the plus side:

1.  Here are some photos of the morning glory, taken at 8.30am.  Mum wants you to see it.  “I preferred last year’s blue one,” Mum says.

2.  Have washed self and hair.

3.  It is better for me to be here with the parentals if am not up to being at the flat and there’s no point in beating self up about it.

4.  Dad says “you’re not watching any athletics tonight I can tell you,” which isn’t very nice of him. Don’t understand why he can’t appreciate the beauty of athletics.  The fluffy monster doesn’t like it either and leaves the room when it’s on.

5.  Have a Book to read that am enjoying So Much.  Show you:

It’s about F.Scott Fitzgerald working as a screenwriter in Hollywood in 1937 and it’s just brilliant and gripping.

Happy Sunday everyone!
*2015.  By Stewart O’Nan.  Literary fiction novel.