Half full

This writing every day thing would be easier if it didn't coincide with the French Noir festival such that I keep getting home only minutes before the deadline.

So, at 11:45pm, eager to go to bed (despite mattress problems that still continue apace), in the spirit of something's better than nothing....

If standing in the dark waiting and waiting for a bus that may or may not come feels like some sort of metaphor for life, then arriving at the theatre exactly on time for the movie you were sure you'd miss must be one too.