Just like magic

Today, we have an illustration of the transformation that takes place every evening when I get home:

Workwear

Post-work wear

I know, terribly slobbish, but I need comfort dammit! Today was another busy day (although I've yet to see a non-busy one - even Sunday was reasonably intensive) and I did quite a lot of running around. I even took a letter up to the editor's secretary, in case he wanted it! Normally, the only person to read all his letters is me, so I'm sure it was a treat for him. 

Pretty much the minute I walk in the door, I start shedding every vestige of presentability. The first thing I do after dumping my bag in my room is to shrug on the hoodie and gilet combination, and it just goes downhill from there. I do like getting dressed up, but if there's lounging to be done, you can bet I'll be suitably attired. 

I finally finished Blood Hunt yesterday, and am feeling a little bit bereft without the wryly recounted bursts of violence to keep me entertained on my commute. I'm going to have to find a new audiobook, I think. (I love real books, of course, but the problem there is that they take up space and weight reserved for my lunch.)

I'm trying to get a proper night's sleep (again), so I'll sign off for now.

Goodnight!