Typing this on a hot night:
I've got the door and window open in the hope of catching any stray breeze. Nothing yet.
Today was a bit patchy. A fair degree of client work. In the afternoon I had an uncomfortable blast from the past, inasmuch as a conversation with my boss gave me the same feeling of grinding imbecility I had constantly with a couple of past jobs. Not fun.
Really needed a run after work, so despite the heat I banged out a stiff 6kms around the lake in town.
Home by 8:30. Dad and Fran to head to Flinders tomorrow to see how Michael is faring post leg surgery. Hope recovers well.
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