Mogwai was whining at 5:30am this morning, mostly because we put her to bed without a play last night. She'd pee'd, she'd poo'd, she'd kicked some ass.

So I got up and took her for a walk. Confusing a dog is fun. Watching the sun slowly appear over the 'burbs was nice. Chilly but not cold. Quiet.

We saw two people. One jumping in the car on the way to work, an old woman in a parachute tracksuit.

The dog was completely in love with the dirty old matresseseses and couches left out for hard rubbish.

Happy dog.

I'd like to do this every day, but I'm very tired.