Partly my fault.

I get up at 6:45 and clean the living room a bit. I didn’t plan for it, but it seems like the thing to do.

Supermarket. They only have small bags. The checkout clerk says “We only have small bags. If you want a larger bag…” points to the reusable carrier bags… “you can purchase one.” I don’t know if it’s unspeakably rude or simply canny marketing, so I ignore the comment, and pack my shopping in a lot of small bags, slowly.

Home. Ironing and moving a pile to a shelf and the prior contents of the shelf to a pile, because the latter is smaller than the former and now I have a diminished pile, somewhat different in detail.

Lunch: Ramen. Mmm.

Buy the new-ish Juana Molina album from iTunes, and play it with the visualiser running on the TV. Works rather well, actually.

Out to a meeting, a followup to last night’s performance. It turns out differently from what I (and I think a lot of other people) expected. Partly my fault. Good, though.


I go out for a run in the rain. Well, I go out for a run, the rain happens anyway. That wasn’t my plan either.

Back, shower, dinner.

Watch the first episode of the series of Being Human on the television. Nice to see they haven’t spoiled it.