Tuesday was a strange awakening, it just took longer. There was that episode chatting to a young woman in the pub last night. Everyone thought that this was just an old codger attempting some sexual contact. It wasn't, it was just an attempt to be polite and to escape a strange meeting. Being polite is easy enough, the woman was drunk and talking about her own experiences in the world of high finance. A curious thing for a broke photographer to be talking about. It went on until a bit later, so that getting to bed was late, and getting up in the morning was late too.
The day was spent drifting from space to space. The man from Argentina was there, met with him, chatted, and drank a glass of beer. Not so much else happened, apart from a telephone call making up arrangements for tomorrow. Thursday there will be a drive to meet the man with the bad lungs, the cancer patient.
The late afternoon was spent playing a strategy game on the computer. It is a pointless form of relaxation.
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