I get up. Eventually.
Coffee, then another.
Time for some food…a brief moment of excitement as I decide what to make, and eat it. Can’t remember what it was now.
Look at the job list. Can’t be bothered.
Oh, but it’s a Grand Prix day. Something to do! Yay! I watch it.
It’s over. Only 4 p.m. What now?
Nothing. Talk to the picture of My Jane.
Then it’s 5.30 so I can “justify” a beer. I drink it in the garden and read my book. Yes, it’s nice to do that; but on my own is so very boring.
Cook dinner, eat it – not a bad effort if I say so myself. Tuna stir fry. Nicer if shared though.
Must be bedtime soon. No, a bit early still – after all I got up late yet again. So find stuff to watch on TV; a couple of B-movies. And add stuff to my online grocery order. Again.
And repeat.
