Wednesday 7th October 2020

It is Wednesday: aka Hump Day.

And days now merge into each other. I only know what day it is from the calendar. But actual activities that enable my brain from telling each day apart has now gone.

As far as work is concerned, last week was the most important of the week, as our external auditing company came to complete the final round of audits before deciding if we can be recertified. We don't know for sure, but we had no major findings. But after logging all the finding in our systems on Monday and Tuesday, and wait for the factory to action them, there is, well, not a lot.

So, it seems we have hit our targets, and thoughts now turn to 2021 and our work plan for the new year.

Meanwhile they continue to pay me.

Which is nice.

For Wednesday, sleep in to five past six, meaning Jools would be home in half an hour, I have to get up and feed the cats, then make a coffee. I am halfway through my coffee when Jools returns, shattered. Her sister says thaton nights, Tuesdays are the worse nights, the energy from the last weekend has gone, and next weekend is still two long shifts away. But she only has this week and next week to do, and then it will finish, and Jools will then take a week's holiday, as she has nearly seven weeks to take before the end of the year, as being on furlough still builds hliday with no reason to actually take it.

So, more time together as the month turns to November.

She has her tea and heads to bed, and is soon zedding away, and will get over eight hours through the day, emerging just about at four, with time for dinner/breakfast before she goes to work.

By that time the working day has slipped by. I had meetings, took calls, had lunch, made brews, wandered round the garden, got excited when I saw an "brown" butterfly, hoping it might be another Queen of Spain, but it never settled, and could have easily been a Wall or Comma. There were a few Small Whites about too, but none I could get close enough to snap, so the Southern White goes undiscovered again for another year.

I was going to go for a walk once Jools got up, but she slept so long it was too late when she did rise.

So, I make shoarma chicken, fresh corn and fried potatoes for dinner. It was good, and I avoided booze too.

Jools makes her breakfast and lunch, and is gone.

It gets dark quickly, I watch more videos of trains on the Chicago light rail system, just to ride the Loop on the L over and over again.

Later, there is Portugal v Spain in international football. A friendly, so not too urgent, so no surprise when it ends 0-0.

Time for bed.