This clock is showing AM... about an hour ago (been eating the fine feast you see above it, transferring pics, and battling a near-dead internet)
I don't know why Robert Palmer was helping me through, either. For the previous hour my mp3 player had been presenting me with files and albums buried so deep i didn't even know they were there (for real). The roll was just that long - no natural stopping points, y'know? Better to sacrifice going to bed just yet in the sake of getting the thing done and bloody well dusted whilst the situation's fixed in the mind.
(in fact, the dashboard clock was registering somewhere around 9.30am - after i reconnected the battery at the night end of dusk...)
mind you i only even got properly started thanks to this week's extended hiatus giving me chance to start off in the sunlight, and some subconcious thinking/mulling-over time