1. The project that went well yesterday comes to a surprising early finish and I am momentarily put out: I was enjoying the quiet work, making tiny corrections and tweaks. Then I find another project that needs a similar polish and I am happy again: two lots of improvements for the mental price of one.
2. To come back from the (very nice) salad bar to heaped plates of food.
2b. My “Texan links” remind me, in a good way, of the warm sausage rolls my mum used to buy me as a treat when we were in Crosby. I remember standing eating one in the corner of the post office when I was about four or five, thirty years ago now.
2c. Lily isn’t barking when we come home.
3. I cut the dusky pink thread to remove the ugly stitches. The raw ends look redder, like they’re bleeding.
4. The moon is impressive but fleeting: it is perfectly framed in the right bedroom window when I come to bed but by the time I have finished writing these, it has dashed away and all that is left is a faint glow at the right hand side of the pane.
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