ten years to go

A day sorting pictures, a car ride in the morning on the empty Autobahn. Work is deserted, there is nobody there. The parking place is completely empty at eight in the morning, a thing not seen before, not in the last thirty years.

In total silence, sort through all the pictures taken during the last twenty years for the reactor. There are so many, and so many are just awful. They want a retrospective of twenty years work, this is nice of them, very kind indeed, and an honour too. But the work involved in leaving through thousands of pictures, hundreds of near repeats, checking the sharpness, making decisions takes all day.

Now it is four in the afternoon, and the eyes hurt and the head hurts more. There are still about ten years of pictures left, this will take an age now.

But not today.

Write this.

This was a trying Sunday so far.

And tomorrow will be a difficult Monday.