Little fish, big sharks, and lazy limpets

Yesterday was a run around day... and today I am writing the journal entry.

It ended on a swim. Delightful.

If I had posted this entry yesterday it would have been a moribund entry - and if I hear the words 'water harvesting' again I will scream. So it is interesting that today I feel different, and rather more thick skinned.

As an aside to this journal, but to journal writing specifically: I remember studying hundreds of journal entries from the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries about 13 /14 years ago, and if it is not written on the day, it is not a true record. Nothing quite like sleeping on it to change one's perspective.

Too-doo-loo.