Monday morning sure looks fine to me

I struggled to get out of bed this morning - a lateish night last night watching Quadrophenia for the umpteenth time (and doesn't Phil Daniels look young in that film) - but I've just driven back from dropping my daughter at school with the windows down to enjoy the cool breeze in the bright spring sunshine and Phillip Glass' Low Symphony turned up to 11 on the cd player, and a mug of coffee brewing at my elbow to look forward to, and the world looks like a good place today.