Dog walk conditions: Sleet
Work dilemmas: How to translate a "joke" about psychoanalysis, how to classify a document about Danish chiropractors, where to find a job as a hermit.
Awful freelance lunch:
Chaff, ruminant food, punishment soup.
This is what you must eat on Mondays, apparently, if your weekend was all religieuses, millefeuilles, dry martinis, fat green olives, grapefruit scented Aperol Spritzes and Doritos.
Freelance lunchtime viewing: ten minutes of Trapped, but it's cold and depressing enough here without added Icelandic murder, so owls.
E: I can't do ten years of this, I'm becoming a hermit.
M: Ok. You already have solid experience of being self-employed.
E: Yes. With limited income and a high degree of isolation. I hope they can see past my lack of a beard to my true hermit potential.
M: I think baldness works just as well. You might have to cast the wig away.
E: Ok, but I need a hat. Caves are cold.
M: Also sack dresses.
E: What, I have to cast them away too?
M: No, just you already have some. So you do not need to buy a whole new hermit wardrobe.
Low point: Spilling punishment soup all over leg in a flailing incident.
High point: Still to come I hope. Like, probably bedtime. Or, in view of the terrifying apocalyptic blackness of the sky, perhaps being knocked out by one of a plague of toads.
30% Teenager exam leave induced hypertension
10% Mystery eye soreness