Slashes of salmon streaked wisps of clouds drew little lines across the sunsetting sky, with almost ominious looking cumulonimbus gathered, which could be fragments of Chaos prior to Nyx: another Hesiod. It was a beautiful sunset this evening. Unfortanely I forgot to check the schedule/rota at work. Bligh got a message to me, and as I unwrapped the tiny note from the pigeon's leg, I read, much to my surprise, that I was supposed to be onboard the Bounty, heading for the New World in search of breadfruit this evening. Bugger. It'll be fifty lashes beneath the yard arm, being whipped as a boy when next I board this dreadful and dreary and really quite boring day job at that... place (Hades, the Infernal Regions). It is perhaps a blessing, the possibility of being discharged from the ship's crew manifest as part of her cargo, another chattel tossed overboard or made to walk the plank at the inevitable sedition which soon takes hold of the ship. Mr. Christian saying to Bligh, "For these past few months I've been in Hell, Sir! Hell!". Anyway.
So I took the day off to play some music. Having crossed paths with the luthier, I managed to find a piano to play, which was nice. Later we played some cajon and guitar. Yet Sadly, when I was playing the piano little Ronulus went poo-pooh, twice, in a public place. I had to clean up after the little bugger straight away, apologise profusely to the owners and members of the public nearby. I then played, "Ronnie Barker: best dog in the world" a song I wrote for him when first I took him in (he's a stray, a former working dog).
"I got this dog Ronnie Barker, he's the best damn dog, in the whole wide world.
Ronnie Barker's my friend, he's my family, he means the whole damn world to me" (etc.) (etc) ...
It was really quite good to play some joanna, even if little Ronulus, the bugger, made foul of the situation. He's a good boy. Best dog in the world, but a cheeky monkey. Quite possibly the cheekiest monkey in the entire world, but he's a good boy. The best. Little Ronulus.
Anyhow. Much as Bligh will be dismayed, and I reflect upon not being minded to check the rota more thoroughly, twice, instead of once, at the beginning of the week, I will probably have to attend that... place (Hades) again in the near future. This I will do so willingly, but only because it is my duty to do my job as best I can, however humble or meek that task may be. Once this chap comes through with the code we need for the publishing business, we should be laughing, in theory. Certainly, there will be a four or so, perhaps even six month delay before I can rest awhile. Perhaps do some writing, like Cicero in the last couple of years of his life. I've really been getting into Milton's Paradise Lost lately. Anyway. I have a university assignment to write. No extensions on this course, and it's only 13 days until D-day. Ciao for now.
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