Loose hips sink SHIPS. I've been sleeping bad lately; waking up at 4 or 5am, watching the cold gather on the window panes, as the frost gathers on the ground outside. If you live in an old care home, like I do, then the building takes on a strange form at night, or in dead morning. If Walls could talk!

Weekend done, the gym has evaded me this morning. I will make an effort this afternoon, an effort to stir myself, but if it cannot be done then it cannot be done. One should listen to the body, right? Mine says "Sit down and watch Westworld"