I'm having one of those quiet post-festive weekends where you try not to drink or spend or do anything strenuous. It's actually quite nice. Last night I stayed in and watched Ugly Betty and sank into a lovely sofa slumber.
This afternoon I've been rifling through the various artists' websites I've bookmarked over the last few months. Right now, one of my favourites is Ian Dingman. His pictures just seem to fit with this weekend.
Tomorrow I'll probably stay in bed until the early afternoon and then potter about town eating cheese straws.
Isn't January great?