We slept in. We went to the gym. I bought groceries (hooray the shops are open again) and cooked breakfast. Dan sat down to an afternoon of work for his online business, his planner program ticking away (it plays a metronome sound constantly). I caught the subway into the hospital and reported for another 2-hour block. On the train I read more of my next e-book, Wicked Gentlemen, and was so absorbed on the return journey I missed the stop to get off to buy more coffee pods. Dan proof-read my ESGAR poster submission and annoyingly/thankfully picked up a handful of inconsistencies. It’s my birthday tomorrow and we’ll be moving apartment after work. I think I’ll think about potentially packing this evening. Right after I finish touching up the dents in the plaster work we’ve accumulated over the past 10 months. I ate my Smarties Easter egg. Last time I had one of those Mum took it from me (another not actually traumatic childhood memory) to decorate my birthday cake. It’s definitely spring; plants are all in bud along the streets. All the snow has melted. I’ve already forgot what winter was like as I can feel the promise of summer warmth in the air.