9:37 am, monday.

Rain.

How appropriate a way to start this week.
A loss of appetite has already occured at breakfast, let us see what lunch shall entail.

On the other hand, Annette has informed me that all the chocolates in the office has been sold, but sadly, I can not obtain more chocolate to place in her office as that would break something that I can not currently break.

Although, this weekend coming, I shall be making a trip north and depositing two foam targets and a roll of packing tape (if I can get hold of one) on a doorstep. I have no use for them, and perhaps they will be used in this time.