This afternoon I spent two hours with the roof, waterblaster, Sufjan Stevens and my thoughts. The steady rhythm and seeing the roof change colour before my eyes was very therapeutic. I danced to my music a bit which must have looked slightly insane to the rest of the world. The rooftop isn't exactly the most discreet place to bust a move.
It was especially nice to do something around the house and for Dad. He's been working hard recently. I came home from holiday to shelves everywhere, a new cupboard and heaps of little favours. It was good to do something in exchange. I haven't been so good at that recently.
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