DAY 1: Part Two

I imagine the evenings will be harder than the days. The days take care of themself, through busy work. The evenings are raw and exposed. My first no tv evening was spent reading through different theories of human nature, taking a walk with B and talking about 'Therapism' in America, and outlining a new chapter for my book.

At about six I became conscious of a slight restlessness but other than that there was nothing. Well not nothing, there was contemplation and, as always, good conversation with B and Dad.