Outside a cool, steady and gentle rain. Grey, overcast, it would be sad, this, on my day off, but there's so much to be done that it doesn't matter.
Already this morning I've transcribed 10 pages of notes, small jottings that fill the down time in the restaurant, the old landlord has called to advise me my damage deposit is ready and shall he drop it off? (and what a change from the previous landlord!), now it's time to make a list, set out about my day.
I've checked the ATP lineup - they had called about purchasing seasons tickets, but their lineup is rather drab and conventional, and seeing adaptations of Margaret Atwood's Penelopiad isn't my idea of a good time. I've got to go downtown, however, to try and get tickets to One Yellow Rabbit's Radiohead - dance - visual whatever, directed by Denise Clarke, which could be interesting, although I'm not sure how the boy will take it (there may be nudity and he's still a bit awkward with it. The website doesn't help with the decision...
Then there's a couple of boxes to be dropped off at the thrift shop, recycling to be sorted, a couple of boxes unpacked (a couple of boxes a day...), new ads for more rubbish to be sold, website to be worked upon, and the day unfolds ...