I’m writing this diary the next day, which I guess is a little against the rules. Or is it? It’s helpful to see what I can remember of the day, what stuck. The evening bus to Rabat and dinner in Mdina is definitely a lot more vibrant in my memory than the morning working from home, calmly and without any rush responding to requests, planning for jobs that are coming up soon and doing some social media work I had pending. There’s something about this slower period that screams ‘in between’ as my mind is used to things being a lot more hectic or to panicking so much when things are quieter that I end up being more stressed that when things are busy. Not this time though. I am now taking my time and getting through things at a nice, calm, dare-I-say reasonable pace. And I like it.