Sunday, November 17

YEAR:  2019 | Tags:  | | | | |

Woods, 10:36


The weather has turned very cold, and the cat refuses to go out at all. I go for a bracing walk.

I take some mildly interesting photographs of the frosted trees, having decided not to worry about such pedestrian ideas as in focus.

Later Naa will come to visit the cat. Sampo will come with her. Neither of them will speak to me, or acknowledge me in any way at all. I will spend hours finishing the website and installing it on the server.

Does it work? No it doesn’t. I have misconfigured something. I will work till bedtime and go to bed disgruntled.