Morning is such a nebulous concept. I am sorry I am working today, I want to spend the day doing my things, i.e. nothing and everthing. I want to write letters, file photographs, make lists and listen to music, even make a compilation or two. Not a day I want to work. I want to be having champagne and mango juice, eating fruit salad and greek yoghurt and honey, maybe even making waffles. I want to talk to my mommy and not worry about the cost of the phone call.