I had much to think about and much work to do – but all Monday was booked for one long meeting. It had to be done, for professional reasons.
Aila still has fever and struggles to get well and get on with everything – I spent some time at her place, brought some food. Then her fever rose. I went back to my place to work, waited several hours for some Python code to arrive, worked some more – next deadline is Wednesday morning.
Late at night I thought again about a song from the early Eighties called Private Life – Chrissy Hynde wrote it, Grace Jones did the definitive version: icy, dark and beautiful.