simont | (no subject)

I slept poorly last night, because I kept dreaming that people were picking up my bed and moving it around while I was trying to sleep in it. Perhaps moving-house anxiety is starting to bite.

Back at work since yesterday, anyway, and although I still feel a bit tired I at least don't have any symptoms of a cold any more so I can put it down to good old-fashioned lack of sleep. Such is life.

Slightly cryptic thought-for-the-day I had yesterday: if the Devil quotes Scripture at you for his own ends, I reckon the correct response is to quote him out of context. That'll teach him.