Sunrise, at 4.30am. It's just a shame I'm not far enough around to see the sun. If I didn't fear insect invasion, I'd see what the view's like from the kitchen...
Edit, 15.39: I just remembered. I had a dream where I got my dissertation back (like I'd get everything else back - in my drawer, with tutor comments on the front) and Dave'd given me a "Ga" (I guess that's my brain's equivalent of an Fm) and there was all these things on it saying "Now, look, don't get me wrong. I liked this. But..." Laura (at work) dreamt she got a third. I'm hoping it's some unconscious response to that.
(Then again, I've never been prophetic before now...)