Work day. Work day that started as a bureaucracy day.
I got to the post office early to get my package sorted. No luck. They know where it is (Paros), but because it’s from overseas they can’t have it shipped here. It has to be delivered at its original point of delivery for “customs” reasons.
At least there was no line.
Ok.
Fine.
Ignore that until later. Work. Work. Work.
Little break for lunch. I noticed something about the area I’m in. Here’s my apartment’s door.
And here’s one just up the street.
Clearly an up-and-coming neighborhood!
Walked by a fish market. Peeked in, but I only saw fish (no shrimp). I’m not sure I’m up for gutting a fish.
I did some unpacking and organizing late in the afternoon because the internet went out.
Dinner at a restaurant just up the street, along the coast. I don’t think I’ll ever put anything except tzatziki on bread ever again!
Then back to the apartment. Read the last few pages of Michael Crichton’s Drug of Choice (published under the name John Lange). It’s only a little after 9 now, but I’m tired. I’ll find a movie to watch and then go to sleep.
Long day tomorrow. Since I’m in the same timezone as most of my colleagues we are taking the day to work on stuff together. Should be productive, interesting, and exhausting.
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