Idleness is a blessing

I'm sitting here, in my electric-blanket-heated bed, with a belly almost too full of mojito cupcake, and it occurs to me that life is good. I passed my exams [whoop!], my favourite season is in full swing, and my only problems are too much cake and too little time.

My past two weeks have been spent doing absolutely nothing, I'm very happy to say, lots of afternoon teas and country walks and knitting scarves and getting to know my family's two new puppies. Museums and cinema trips and a very belated Christmas present of a Bon Iver gig.

Tomorrow I start back at university, and while I'm not exactly thrilled about the upcoming week of lectures, there's some part of me that relishes these fresh starts. New topics, unopened notebooks, fresh pages, old faces, you know the drill. Early starts, however, are going to be the death of me.

I've been a bit naughty with my new music - downloaded the new Feist, Ryan Adams, Blind Pilot and Laura Marling albums, but I've yet to give them a sit down-headphones on listen. Here's a couple of tunes anyway:

Mates Of State - Desire
Aunt Martha - Sodom, South Georgia [Iron & Wine cover]
Radical Face - Always Gold