Tuesday is usually a 2 on a scale of 1 to 10 and it has maintained the status quo and that almost relieves me because I don't think I can take anymore pleasant surprises..not that I've been getting hit in the face with all that many but even so..that's another routine that doesn't want to break and I am not complaining.
There was work that I was hell bent on getting done but when I got to it I realised my past self had finished it last week and the present me remembered nothing of it which gave me enough time to be out and about for some work which was five kinds of urgent and left me with little space between personal perusals and dinner drive.
Tomorrow perhaps..hopefully.
There is a personal project I've been aiming for which I've been dawdling along with and I hate that I'm being an imbecile about it and I wish I had excuses but I don't.
Today felt like a bit of jazz and I've got a playlist going on with some classic, some acid and some bebop and it perhaps didn't gel well when a small army of kids descended on my home to say hi and cry about their bully troubles and it saddens me and both gladdens me that every kid has a bully situation to worry about.
Life teaches well..but the point is that they wrecked havoc over lovely saxophones and deep baritones and I couldn't help but suppress both laughter and annoyance..
More..soonest.
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