Shorts season has truly ended. Not only that, I was so freezing walking this morning, I thought the full winter jacket needed to come out. This would be an impingement on my civil liberties. Stripped of the freedom that shorts bring, ditching the gilet at this point would be tantamount to suffocation. I need a few more days of being able to spontaneously circle my arms energetically while walking.
Tried out some organisation, but somehow ended up playing music. After listening to Jess Glynne, I’m even more convinced that a jazz piano takeover is imminent. For the glory of the Lord.