TFW it drops from 11°C above seasonal highs to a mere 3° above and you start to eye the winter jumpers.
Wearing an Apple Watch for sleep tracking always comes with the risk of accidentally discovering you’re haunted.
A gentle Sunday rain, quieting everything down.
I’m sure this is fine.
Waking up to heat, pouring rain and a bout of vertigo; a thick and spongy day.
An army of tiny spiders avoiding puddles on a sunny bin lid.
T-shirt and raincoat weather. Sweating in baffled resentment.
First week at the new job complete, no (serious) permanent psychological damage logged. A-, will work again next week.
Final train of the day. Happy moo cows in the sun.
First train of the day. Sleepy birds watching and judging.
On a long train journey to an unfamiliar destination tomorrow… seems like the perfect setting to start into @mjohnharrison ‘s latest.
(Cutting mat, hobby knife and oil paint not strictly necessary)
On the last train trip to my current place of work. Uninterrupted blue skies and sun. Weather’s pretty nice too.
The delicate little balance of joyful abject terror between the last day at one job and the first at another.
Today in middle-aged shopping: a US quart is a different size from a UK quart, a useful thing to know when buying new sealing rings for your Instant Pot (the capacity of which you previously only knew in litres).
Carless (by choice) for the first time in around thirty years (triple checked that duration, still feels impossible).
I wonder how long the empty-driveway-it’s-been-stolen-!, mini heart attack phase lasts.
Changing jobs after 21 years… me-from-the-beforetimes would be startled by that alone, nevermind simultaneously:
a) getting rid of my car (‘commutes’, such a pre-COVID concept)
b) wondering if I can get to retirement age before LLMs destroy the need for literally any of my learned skills (either career or hobby)
All under a fake nighttime.