As yesterday with the getting up.
Another Maisying day. Feel slightly hysterical somehow. Fajitas for lunch, which is a good thing. The Walker canteen has gone from abolition to private enterprise, strangely positive, if slightly more expensive. Still, fajitas: good thing. Or did I mention that?
More Maisying until 18:45, when I go home.
I cook chickeree for dinner, and put too much chilli in again.
Experimenting with Izotope RX. I’ll have to set some large noise reduction batch jobs in motion before I go out tomorrow. Perhaps that’s the way to do it.
Write a clicky rhythm just before bed.