This men's workshop is very intense... I'm coming home and needing to play my music really loudly, afterwards. At the moment I'm craving Santana, especially. Nice warm music. And the sun is disappearing, it rises about ten thirty and is setting again when I'm heading back to work after lunch at one. This afternoon as I was going down our street, the sun was dripping down the horizon like a giant russet teardrop. Something to do with the curvature of the earth.