JOURNALS

Wednesday was one of those days where everything was planned in almost Germanic precision. The morning found me at the familiar scene: penning a blog post about joining the team at Flickr.org. It seemed odd writing so officially about something that still feels a bit surreal, but hey, there it was in black and white. By mid-afternoon, I had wrapped it up, feeling like I'd ticked a significant box.

With the main writing task out of the way, I turned my attention to the Day Book code, which always seems to have more lines to wrangle than there are sheep in Wales. I made some decent progress and felt a pang of satisfaction as I managed to balance being productive without falling into a code rabbit hole. My goal was to make it back home on the train at a sensible time. Let's just say I'm grateful for the wonders of train data; a few reroutes here and there, and I was home to a welcoming pizza.

Spending the day at the flickr dot org office was a different kettle of fish. The unfamiliar setup meant that I had to keep the workspace creativity changes to a bare minimum, so I stuck with good posture and regular breaks. It's always interesting how one's work rhythm adapts to different environments. Not easy, but manageable.

As the night crept in, my thoughts drifted back toward my beloved studio. Today was more about holding curiosity on a leash, but I can't wait to leap back into experimenting with inks tomorrow. The train trip home was a silent retreat into warmth. It’s a relief to trade the city's bustle for the quiet comforts of home—grateful doesn't begin to cover the feeling of the familiar.

To wrap up the day, I was especially thankful for minor miracles: trains that don't run on time (but can be outsmarted), the warmth of home, and a pizza that didn’t disappoint. Another day wrapped up, another journey worth jotting down.