I completed my last shift this evening. I am no longer at Local Shop.
The possibility of a partial return remains on the table. I quite like it there but cannot work the understaffed hours I have been doing. It has entirely curtailed all the things the little job was supposed to free me to do! Building smoky models, writing, all the rest of it. In September I will consider a return to Local Shop as long as I can have all the hours packed into a weekend. I’ll earn less but at that pay rate, not much less and I’ll have five days a week to make up the difference. Most importantly, it will get me out of the house and interacting with real life for two days every week. That should stop me cracking up entirely.
But that’s for the future. Tonight I have a bottle of Old Pulteney to celebrate my freedom and some BrewDog beers – Libertine Black Ale, Jackhammer and Dead Pony Club. I haven’t tried these three before. There is no need for me to emerge, red-eyed and groaning, at all tomorrow. Which is probably just as well.
With such a supply of bottled inspiration, tonight I will avoid the news and try moving ‘Panoptica’ forward by a chapter or two. I realise where that world is leading now, and it’s not to a good place.
Time to oil up the typing fingers…