April 11, 2013
Home from work just before 11. The apartment is dark, with slits of light pouring inside from the outdoor lamp. I saw the luminescent shower curtain from the bathroom. Now there's nothing but the sound of rain and the neighbor's wind chimes. I'll probably call it a night soon, having killed time reading before work. I'll just continue on in bed, ready to work a slightly different shift tomorrow that should allow me to get off earlier. The book I'm reading takes place in Scotland, and centers around a 20-something news reporter, bribed into ignoring a homicide in progress.