I had almost no sleep last night (and it wasn't because I was excited that the digger I have hired was being delivered). I had a startlingly vivid dream that I was back at art college, at a crit. The lecturer leading the discussion on my work was using a scalpel as a pointer, and repeatedly prodded at the surface of the work, damaging it. Then to add insult to injury, picked up a paintbrush to try to repair the damage and started to paint over something in the wrong colour. I was so angry I woke up, then I began thinking about all sorts of other things and I couldn't get back to sleep. Weird, but kind of funny.
Thick mist this morning, the sun doing its valiant best to break through. It was so beautiful even my bleary eyes couldn't fail to appreciate it.