spatch

Well, the evening had been nice. Had a nice sandwich and some nice tea and a nice walk in the park by Powderhouse Square, which I hadn't seen much of before. I liked the bronzed pickle bottles mounted on the rocks.

Then two and a half hours happened and I am walking home. That's all.

At least I have become a bit more aware of my strengths and weaknesses and that, one presumes, is for the best.