from 7:30 to 3pm I was in meetings, sitting on chairs, listening attentively until all I wanted to do was escape.

A strong wind came up last night and now the day is clear but I was inside listening and taking notes.

Now the time is my own and I don't quite know what to do with myself. Too much time, too little time. It never just enough. Except sometimes it's perfect and I am surprised and pleased.