my brain’s in code-space

Up later again. Sitting, breakfast. The writing of the Christmas cards, only two weeks late.

Two calls – one to Sue M and one from Juan.

Haru goes out and I do website stuff.

There’s a cheese sandwich for lunch in there, and the postman rings the buzzer inducing me to go downstairs. It’s very cold outside.

At some point in the afternoon an employer rings, and I don’t make very much conversational sense: I have to explain that my brain’s in code-space. I quote some to her and she sort of sees what I mean.

Haru’s back.

I have a shower and listen to Pure again.

Dinner: pasta. I get biscuits and put on bad TV. And continue websiting.