Someone

... almost slept through the day after excursions from the previous two. She got up when the sky was choking with deep blue, was tempted by the aroma of evening coffee and wondered whether gym could be skipped. Someone else wrote a little, watched a couple of movies, some less obscure than others and thought of writing some more. He also wondered about the clear evening sky which could belong anywhere and long stretches of sunlight bending into unaccustomed corners of the house and an evening buzzing with mosquitoes.

A noisy monochcrome was overdue. So no processing today.