It's Wednesday, the 21st of June.
The longest day of the year, absolutely one of my favourite times.
I'm sat in the shed in my back garden where I often work, mainly when I work from home.
I'm surrounded by things of significance and a fridge with beer in it (much of a non-alcoholic).
It's the middle of the day, about noon, and Alison came out to hang some washing up in the garden, and I was staring out the door.
I was thinking of a response to something I wanted to write, taking the time to construct it before I constructed it on a keyboard or by writing it in my notebook.
She looked at me, my wife and asked me what I was doing (I think she probably thought I was having a stroke).
I told her I was thinking, and she kind of laughed at me as if that meant I wasn't working.
Most of the most important things in my job now are thinking.
Most of the most important things in almost anybody's job (if you have the privilege) is thinking.
Blog Post Number - 3481
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