I am not sure what to say right now.
Since returning to the city from the Island, I've felt different.
For the first few days I could point to the jetlag. Krissa and I were carrying around in our heads a timezone very different to the one in which we were living. As the percieved time of day slipped back closer to the actual time of day, we slept early and woke early, seeing the sun peek over the buildings on the other side of our block and cast a sharp shadow of our bedstead on the wall. And early mornings always make me feel good.
The mornings themselves have been glorious. Cool, bright and crisp. Refreshing to step into. The suffocating humidity of the weeks before we went to England has gone.
That's the word I'm looking for. Fresh.
I feel fresh.
Which is good.
But beyond that, I don't really know what to tell you.
Oh!
I watched Kill Bill Vol. 1 last night for the first time.
That was splattery.
Splattery is a good way to describe that film, and a word that has escaped the critics up until now. Well done THERE.
Aaaah.
Since we got back from England, I'd rather missed the Eddie Izzard quotes.
I knew that. I wouldn't let you down.
I love that you both comment to each other on your blogs. That's sweet.
*Random note really meant for K, but I just thought of it now, after I'd already visited PH. I tried some real tea today, not the fruity/herbal/infusiony stuff, but honest-to-goodness English Breakfast brought to the office by the new guy from London.
Pretty damn good! I may be a new convert..
Fresh eh?
Come on up to bonnie Scotland, it's certainly "fresh" here too... it IS still August, right? Flippin freezin!!