Overcast, warmer (mid-40s)Today I spent a bunch of time with Carlo at the burn pile, tossing stuff in, watching it burn, and milling around chatting. It was a nice day, if a little muddy; I arrived home with so much mud on the fronts of my clothes, you could barely see fabric. It’s weird to think I’ve only got a month and a half left of this job. I love it to pieces. I know I can’t do it forever (I barely break even in terms of money, and I want to spend time with Marc and other friends), but I will definitely miss it when I move on.
It’s the weekend, and I’m knackered.
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