I am writing this from the lovely comfort of my old room at my mum and dad’s house.
New Word Alive starts on Saturday and I’m travelling there via Carlisle, with a whole day of via (which happily coincides with my birthday).
Coming home: a comfy bed, parents to cook your tea, a cat to sleep on your bed. So very good at the nearly-end of a long term.
And so good that it’s sending me to sleep, hence this non-blog of a blog.
In summary: resting.