heat

 Today was a simply hot day. It was hot in the morning, too hot to sleep and it was hard to be productive.

Dealt with thevletter to the accountant, that was a simple matter of copying it from the artificial intelligence. It wrote a perfectly normal request with no errors. You would almost imagine that it had sense.

Spoke to the wife, she said that she would have her documents ready for tomorrow too, it makes sense to send them in together.

At midday walk over to the artists studio. Spend four hours taking pictures of the little wooden people. The tiny statues are not easy to take pictures of. In the evening go past the shops on the way home, and then realise that the data card is back in the studio. Stay at home for an hour, and then borrow the tenants bicycle to drive to the studio and to collect the tiny item. The old bicycle is a very good bicycle despite its being old. All it needed was a bit of air in the tyres. A dusting would have done no harm either.

Spend the evening at home, edit a few of todays pictures to see if all is in order.

Play a computer game.

All the body's joints are strangely sore today. It must be the heat.

write these notes

and drink another bottle of beer before going to bed, hoping to be able to sleep in the heat.