The week of March 13th.
I'm at my most content when a novel has its hooks in me.
It's space opera with good stuff like mysterious alien ruins and merchant navy life among the stars.
I especially appreciated how the main space ship has wood panelling, acanthus-leaf etchings, paintings of old captains and so on – a far cry from Star Trek minimalism.
We spent a night in our own guest room, just because we can.
There's something magical about a really cosy guest room, and making one has been one of my goals.
I watched the last of "The Last of Us". It was rather good, but I didn't love it.
Speaking of Pedro Pascal leading children through danger, we watched "The Mandalorian" S03E02 and it was one of the most boring, least inspired things I've seen in a long time. Hope it picks back up.
We rewatched The Net (1995). Not amazing, but pretty entertaining. I expected it to feel more outdated than it did.
I was very glad to watch a video of someone even more picky about their desk cable situation than I am.
I got an unexpected and strangely coincidental windfall.
When selling my old display, I found the contract for our old flat in the packaging. We moved out 6 years ago.
A few days later – this week – I got an automatic email from the UK Deposit Protection Service about getting the deposit back for that flat – a decent amount of money.
I very carefully provided some non-sensitive details, thinking it might be a high-quality phishing attempt, but the money landed in my account a few days later.
I suppose we forgot about the deposit in the hustle and bustle of buying a house and moving, and finding the contract somehow pinged the agent through the ether.