No matter what time I get up,
my mornings always look like this: early – early – early – early – late. It’s uncanny. I suppose it’s like underbooked theatre operating lists – the work just expands to fill the space.
A flight of ideas
No matter what time I get up,
my mornings always look like this: early – early – early – early – late. It’s uncanny. I suppose it’s like underbooked theatre operating lists – the work just expands to fill the space.