covid numbers still falling but the website is down so no numbers...

more heat... waiting for the clouds to take the edge of and then forcing myself on to a bike, cycling down along the river lost in the haze of a localised dwam which had settled inside my head... photobombed by a jumping fish, although scale makes it unlikely to be found, it's the brighter silver angle, ten past eight maybe, to the left of the fisherman's head... and then a wrong turn, caught out by the latest frenzied thunderstorm, soaked by the time it was possible to stop, the plastic sheeting pointless other than to keep the backpack reasonably dryish and wishing that i'd chosen a route that i'd known or which had been closer to either a bus or mrt stop but...