Back to work

"1732, have fun and don't miss me too much."

 I read the little note that's left on the nightstand next to my phone along with a credit card and the car keys. I rub my eyes and pout, I feel sadder than I should by the fact I'll be alone for three days. At least I'm back to work, so half of my days will be busy.

My morning starts with a cup of aromatic coffee and aimlessly scrolling through all the TV channels- 280 and still nothing there to watch. I do the laundry and prepare myself breakfast, then get Ginger out in the garden to play. 

Time really do passes boringly slow when you have nothing to do.

And not that I am completely unhappy by the fact time seems to has slowed down, if not stopped. As another hour pushes me further into going to work, I start to feel uneasy. What if I see Tomas? Or Larry?

Larry, I will see indeed, it's unavoidably and Viktor said he'll make