I’m sorely behind on sleep, and the battery’s running low. These are busy days, good days, but busy. Managed to sort some things out today at least, however mundane they may have been, and hid from the scorching sun in what felt like a box. Then that got hot too. A proper drink feels like the way to wrap things up, so I’ll enjoy that, and let you be on your merry way. Toodles, as Salomé said to me once, which means it is now her catchphrase. You’re welcome.

I’m in a box

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