
Ah, the New Year. A time of trying to remember how to write the correct date and mostly failing. A time where I practice my capability to make simple corrections on forms still completed by hand.

Ah, the New Year. A time of trying to remember how to write the correct date and mostly failing. A time where I practice my capability to make simple corrections on forms still completed by hand.

I do enjoy some Kafka-adjacent humor on a Sunday morning.
Sometimes I feel a bit like Ralph Wolf and Sam Sheepdog.
But most of the time I feel like I’m bonding with my fellow communards. With hopefully a happier ending.