MyNotes

"This is slop!

"What kind of oven does your mother use?

The windows are open and the sound of cicadas reminds me it's the height of summer.

A sudden, violent clap of thunder, a jump in my chair, and the pasta falls on my trousers, staining them.

It's 22:53.

I was looking for an old photo to show my wife when a peculiar image appeared.

My concentration was at its highest, and I could not understand why that backup was so slow.

Emptying the kitchen cupboard for the electricians' arrival, I found a black mug I had lost track of a long time ago.

The smartwatch reminds me it's time to take my blood pressure.

The lock is harder than I remembered.

A little while ago I watched a five-second clip - an ancient, weathered column.

A red envelope.

While I was doing some work around the house, a screwdriver slipped and I gave myself a small cut on my hand.

Anatoly's mother had her eyes lowered, beneath the table.

A jolt.

I was driving.

The day is drawing to a close and, before dinner, I sit down to read the news.