This morning I woke up in the pitch black. There was a howling wind and my mouth tasted like metal. I didn't think I had it in me to do the woodshed workout, then told myself all I had to do was get up and have a coffee. One thing led to another, naturally, and the next thing I knew I was grunting and groaning as the sun came up on the ridge.

So now everything is as it should be, and we (me and the mouse) can ease on into the weekend. Hope yours is filled with love and relaxation and boatloads of caffeine, if you need it.