Better read than dead

There’s packages waiting in the shed when I get home from work. I have now reached an unprecedented level of literary over commitment - and I am unrepentant.

Instead of settling down to read, I fruitlessly scour house and office for a 30m roll of white, drawing paper (Måla from Ikea if you’re interested). I’m going to need it for an Event Storming session at work tomorrow morning. So, I hustle back to Straiton, buy roll(s) of paper, fill fuel tank, and hightail it back home.