In the bakers store buy two rolls with salami. And take the car, drive fifty kilometres to work, to sit down there and look into a screen, sorting out the final pictures. And there is still the job to finish, those slime moulds.
Really, there are only two days left to do the work of five days. And one of those days is to be spent acting all sociable, and being sociable. That will be the last day at work, the last day before the holidays, the holidays spent going nowhere because of the pandemic.
The day started quietly enough, working steadily at the computer, adjusting picture files to suit a new profile, the ones for the prints have been done and the one for the book still needs to be done. Suddenly all the files get converted to cmyk and all the shadows close and the highlights burn out. Dodging and burning, just faster.
And now the day is over, once again.
fifty kilometres, and eat the tea of pancakes and fruit.
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