Another morning, Boxing Day in England I guess.
(Is that because everyone boxes up the Christmas decorations,
packing them away for another year?)
Some people like sunsets, I prefer the sunrise,
possibly because I feel a bit safer because
most thugs aren't early risers.
As I told someone a while back, seeing the sun rise
gets me an early start on the day, and allows
me plenty of time to fuck it up.
Many thanks to my nephew, Joseph for his gifts of
Steve Jobs' biography by Walter Isaacson
and the CD, Wynton Marsalis and Eric Clapton
Play the Blues. It's not fucked up.