I arrived home after an hours overtime and made a point of reading the book I'd neglected to read for a few weeks. I even set a timer to mark thirty minutes. Fortunately it went off mid long chapter, forcing me to finish and read longer than planned. Then I turned my next half hour to listening to audio from my locked off dictaphone in the cellar of The Picture House investigation. As I listened to the hum of boilers etc I heard a very loud noise from my recordings which I can't explain. It may well be nothing paranormal.
I was drawing the comic which my son and I storyboarded at the weekend as I listened. Two birds- one stone.
Once my timer announced it was time to change again I sat down meaning to watch 2 Perks And Recreations but ended up finishing the last 5 of series 1.
Then one hour of Minecraft led to 2 and it was time to retire to my electric blanketed hot bed.
Slept very well.
My working week is simply the act of putting one foot in front of the other and getting on with each shitty difficult printing job. .... I'm thankful for my job obviously.
The hours run out on the clock and then you get to choose who to spend your real time with.
I spend it mostly alone.
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