The Book of Ashes

A Monday, like the previous hundred thousand before it... 9:07AM

A Monday, like the previous hundred thousand that had passed before it since Monday's were invented, enveloped me. I chose to sleep in for a while as one does when they require a catch up on sleep. An insistent ringing arose me from my slumber. It was my Popa performing a check up on me. He wanted me to fix up some hanging wallpaper in some of the neighbouring flats. I went for a wonder through town to perform some duties and pickup some stationary. I seem to require a large number of manilla folders. Either I write too much or I categorize too much. My Popa came round after lunch and dropped off some paint and the keys to the shed in which I'm storing all my painting gear and my bike. Afterwards I worked on my company's income tax forms. They are always a plain in the butt for one who doesn't know all the terminology. I am learning tho. As the afternoon wore on I played Lee at chess. A bitter struggle of intellects, striving in the sun to better the other. We ended up winning a game each. I don't like those odds so much. We then went for a walk through town for a coffee and a chat. He is good to talk to as he takes an interest and is always positive. He trys to help a lot as well which I like even though I don't need it that much. If I'm not good at something then I like to get better