Wednesday morning
Just before lunchtime
Quiet ambient piano music across the desk from Martin's pc...

I am now Home, in Our House and feel that I should be doing something more than just going back to it after work. Doing something useful, unique, that I can do while I am there on my own to be productive.

There is no tv (well there is the old portable, but I am resisting the occasional though not too strong urge to plug it in), so that means time to turn into something. But there is no computer and I would like to write stuff and be creative in that sense.

Ah well, how about resorting to the old ink pen and trusty note pad?