Hope they give me morphine

As I was walking home today a big red sun assaulted me in the face, and the low yellow sunlight reminded me of the way you feel when you look at someone you love, all glowy and yellow. Spring has sprung.

My ear operation is tomorrow and I have packed (I say packed, I have to get up in five and a bit hours and my bag is empty) three books to prepare for all reading moods: WG Sebald's On the Natural History of Destruction, José Saramango's Blindness, and The Devil Wears Prada by that smug WASP who used to stare down at me when I commuted on the subway. I will probably spend all my money on Heat and read that instead.

I have two weeks off (hoo-fucking-ray-fucking-yay!) and hopefully by the time I get back to lamex shamex work it will truly be spring. Sailing By has just come on Radio4, I'd better get to bed!!