The doors in between, the number of which is too many for me to recall allow opportunity for mannered passing manoeuvres, or for me the opportunity to fall to the back.
One task involved a dozen new doors and more amazeballs corners of the brick mother ship.
I continue to suppress my cartesian urge to map the space and trying to desensitise my orientation circuits.
The little wing that is my home base has outdoor access simplifying things considerably.
Smoking staff members withstanding, as in tar not hotness.
Both lecture rooms have the most hideous art which is possibly why they like to keep the lights off.
It sure makes it hard to take notes but easy to focus on the computer screen on the front wall.
Seriously, spending hours of each day in a dark room watching projected video is not ideal. I awoke at 5 this morning to make sure I get every hour of daylight going.
Especially when they are so short (days not lectures).
The cherry blossom tree outside my window is keeping me grounded.
The same pair of parrots from last year are back to nibble on the new growth.
Photo at 9.
There is a bridge at the top of the road begging for treatment.
For now I am shooting up my driveway.
There is a piano at the end of this drive.
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