Contemporaneous: Chapter 35
35. There’s not a lot of point spending time at work on Tuesday – not writing about it, that is, although it’s a frustrating day where software fucks me over. We use Macs at work; for some reason, every now and again when I open any Microsoft software, like Word (to read and edit a manuscript), or Outlook (to check my emails), the Mac decides that it needs to verify the software. I’ve only used this computer and this software for the last ten years, so I have no idea why it insists on these sporadic verifications. Somewhere, somebody (or a team of somebodies) is being paid to make these…
Contemporaneous: Chapters 31 – 32
31. Now that Lana is staying over Sunday unfolds differently, as I wake earlier, then make us breakfast, and we sit together and watch one of the morning breakfast shows. She asks me what I’ve got on for the day, and I tell her my Sunday usuals, such as washing and shopping. I can hear her thinking, wanting to do something together, and sure enough she suggests an afternoon walk to Peggy’s, a café that’s reached through a rural thirty-minute walk down by murky river or other. So that’s the day set. After I see her out for the morning, I shower, throw all my stuff into the washing machine,…
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