Thanks to a combination of serendipity (aka a deadline getting a kind of extension) and a bit of a kick up the butt (aka people reminding me to stop putting work at the top of the priority list) we went out to dinner this evening. Nothing fancy, but a meal at the local Lounge Bar. And then we sent the teens home while we went for a pleasant drink and chat. Which was all pleasant.
I then did some more go-with-the-flow sketchbook pattern drawing, which watching some TV at the computer. (Yes, I do very much need to improve my ability to take photos of my sketchbook.
Was about to go to bed and get one of the early nights I keep promising myself, but then remembered I had said I would go back to writing this daily. I may well need to do that in the mornings, rather than evenings. Or bit of each, perhaps. I find it close to impossible to write while in the same room as other people, which makes it a bit difficult. I tried popping music on, but that didn’t really help. Actually, I’m remembering that I have no problem at all writing on my phone when in the room with other people; it’s the typing on a keyboard that’s hard.
Anyway. Donald Trump. Guilty × a whole a bunch. Hoorah. (I really do not keep up with US politics, so am fairly unsure whether that means anything in particular other than being quite a big deal.)
Feel very much like tomorrow should be Saturday, not Friday. A three day week sounds very very appealing. I think that might be my goal to get to in the next few years. (Except I think it would also be nice if it were a three-day week of five-hour days. Maybe by the time I’m sixty I’ll have nailed it.)