|Our sky, at 6.12am|
|To this, a bit later|
I set about working, well, marking, in between the wait for the car and the completion of errands. Once upon a time, an academic might have spent Friday catching up on reading the latest research in their field...nowadays that is something of a luxury. I try to do the reading early in the morning or late at night. For a variation on a usual Friday night theme though, I opted to head into town to hear the QSO in their new studio. At 6.12pm, I'm at the bus stop, waiting for a late bus.
|Bus stop, at a darker 6.12pm|
It's an early finish and I get to wander through South Bank on the way back to the bus. It's Buddha's Birthday, and my mate used to laugh over his buddha-like stomach...bugger.