A long stretch in front of a computer screen, neck cricking, and about as much fun as sticking pins in my eyes.
That the work was mildly satisfying created some balance but even typing this is hurting like hell..
So to finish the day before I face the evening, a quick look at last Monday and the glory of a clifftop view. This bit of coast is my heaven, the cliff you can throw my wispy ashes from come the day. If I can't live there I might as well be sand there.
That has a nice ring to it.
I wouldn't even mind if it was a left.