I am back in my house. It's past 10pm on another Sunday night. I type these humble, nearly pathetic, words on my netbook. I use it more than I probably should, but it is not hard to type on, and as long as I am in the driver's seat, it is not that hard to see on the 7" screen.
I returned here mid-afternoon. I left my mother after making us a chicken dinner with enough leftovers to last her for a few more meals. She made fishcakes on Friday and I ate too many of them. I didn't have the heart or the balls to bring any back with me. Another couple meals for her that she doesn't have to worry about preparing.
I will be back there in a couple of weeks. There is the annual Spring clean up coming up, and I want to throw out a bunch of stuff from my father's old workshop. He was a packrat of the first order, and kept things that literally are useless and cannot reasonably be re-deployed for some other purpose. Garbage. Trash. Stuff to throw out in anticipation of the clean up that I wish they would do around here.
Back to work tomorrow. Back to transcribing more of the Neil Spence interview tomorrow. Will try to finish it this week. Spent a good 4 hours transcribing pieces of it this weekend.
See you tomorrow.