Morning,

I want to be here, I don't want to be sick. I want to experience, I don't want to stay in bed. I want to look at the grey sky, not at the back of my eyelids.

But its so cold outside, and not matter how many scarves I don a breeze still finds my collar bone.

This all goes a very long way to persuading me to stay under my covers and read a book instead of walking around and being reminded of where I will be in two weeks.