Postcards From a Construction Trailer

It's so cold, I'm not drinking my tea, so much as snuggling with it.

Many things in my office are covered with a fine layer of what look like (and may in fact be) shiny flecks of metal, from the sandblasting going on next door. I expect to start coughing up blood at any moment.

I'm so looking forward to not having to get up at 6am tomorrow, that I may set my alarm for 6, just so I can turn it off and go back to sleep.

I am sad without my usual 7am conversational partner, and hope she feels better soon.