One child back at school, one to go. The early start was painful, but it did at least give rise to a morning in which things could be accomplished, rather than one filled with ultra leisurely tea, toast and pyjama loafing. Lovely though those things are, there isn't much to show for it, come the end of the day.
And January is always the time for bold intentions - for setting goals, achieving things, discarding the superfluous (inches or clutter) - none of which really sits well with loafing. But it has been so comfortable, this period of nesting, that a transition project seemed called for. A gentle beginning.
Some clouds, filled with lavender. For scented linens, or restful sleep. Not that there should be an issue with nodding off this evening. The 6am start sees to that quite nicely, I find. See, every cloud has a silver lining.