Artificial silk, phone call and aphelion.

1. To drift around in leggings and a very loose top made from polyester silk.

2. A quick catch-up on the phone adds some healthy texture to this day of frantic typing.

3. My alarm goes off reminding me about an astronomical happening: the sun is at aphelion. We can't observe it; it's after sunset, and anyway, distance from the sun is not perceptible by tiny folks like us standing on the planet's surface (we're interested in the celestial goings-on, but not interested enough to take measurements six months apart and spoil our eyes looking directly at the sun). But it's nice to know the moment, anyway.