Wednesday 31st of December, 1969
And I wouldn't have liked that. No.
6:00 - Get up, yoga, shave/shower, sitting, breakfast, guitar.
To Walker.
As last week, then. Except with warnings of Biblically bad weather.
Oddly, it seems to be light later than last week, though. Perhaps 2008 has thought better of it and is trying to backtrack.
I finish off some Maisy stuff, and stay to lunch, which is cut short, distressingly. After waiting for the rain to abate, I walk home, and have some food there.
In the afternoon I finally set to the work I should have done over the weekend. Luckily, really, as I was talking to my sister, the editor, at the time and if I hadn't been we wouldn't have noticed a bad glitch, which would have meant I'd have had to do it all over again. And I wouldn't have liked that. No.
At 18:15 to the last Movements class of the term.
Back in the flat at 10:30. I almost send a reply regarding one complaint to a completely unrelated complainant; if I'd not noticed I'd have been very psychologically distressed. Oh yes.
Eat veg curry and watch the last episode of series one of Life on Mars
To bed, then.