It is gorgeous outside today. A little breezy, but we really can't complain when the sun is blazing down like this.

The work with my dad has settled down a little bit, but it's unpredictable. Some days are short, some days are long. I'm also still doing my wee bit of work at the pub, so it's nice to earn a little bit of money. It's good to be busy in general.

I've have been growing increasingly concerned about the next step, though. This way of living is not something I can or want to do for very much longer; unfortunately, the thought of The Future makes me break out in a cold sweat.

I have made little progress on the book: getting home and thinking "nah, I'm too tired - tomorrow", which never got anyone anywhere. On the plus side, a couple of friends read the first draft, and didn't hate it. Yeah!

So basically I'm coming to a point where I really need to plan my next move. Move back up to Dublin and look for bar work, maybe? I dunno; I don't know what I want. Oh no, I'm one of those millenials.

Two days ago was the anniversary of the start of my walk. Hopefully, I will post a Hubski write-up before the anniversary of its end.

I watched Rashomon the other day and I think I've discovered where the convention in anime of intense closeups comes from. The film's great; check it out.