There was something
interesting on the radio this morning: lunch hours. I don't have a
lunch hour. I have a lunch quarter of an hour. Apparently less than
one in one hundred working people have a whole hour for lunch
these days. I had no idea the figure was so low.
There was also something
about showers. Apparently many people spend up to half an hour in the
shower, sometimes two or three times a day. What's that all about?
Today my mind was
elsewhere for much of the day. Having been seriously and actively job
hunting for eight months, tomorrow I have my second interview. I kept
wondering if I shouldn't have spent yesterday mucking about with the
first fruit of my loin; perhaps I should have spent the day worrying
about the interview (like I have spent today).
Two interviews in eight
months. Some might find that depressing. I am trying to think that
two is better than none. Sometimes I succeed quite well in thinking
that; other times not so well.
And so home where I wrote
more novel. Two scenes in a cemetery. I'm now up to just under
fifteen thousand words. I still have half a dozen major bits to
write, and no end of link bits; but it's getting there...
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