A brief history of timewasting

A day for me, a whole day, mine. That's double my normal hours, given the lie-ins that occur when others are about, due to lupine misunderstanding.

The violin was toyed with, true, but mostly comfort and the thrill of an early start was enjoyed. Watch a program. Power-nap. Repeat. All necessary, so I may keep routine for tomorrow.

This place is my new diary, I love it. This is my space, for things and images I understand.