horsemouth - independent worker or trustafarian?

horsemouth detaches from his dayjob (i.e. the job he did on some days). 

the job has over the last few years become the job he did for a few hours a day, one or two days a week for about 30 weeks of the year, er. online, working from home. it used to  drag him out all over london and sometimes further afield, it used to invade his weekends and his evenings. it used to occupy him very nearly 9 to 5 for 4 or 5 days a week. 

horsemouth was happy to work, he's a greedy little thing at heart, he liked making hay while the sun shines against the inevitable and harsh winter. he liked squirreling away. in many ways he was relieved just to have a comparatively painless way of making a living (not that he didn't sometimes get in a stress and strop about actually having to do it).  he thanks denise for pointing it out to him. he feels privileged to have solved thee poor scholar's problem so painlessly. 

yesterday the thank you and goodbye email from his boss (one of the better ones), the day before the goodbye email from the office (bye bye gosia, bye bye lucy too).

he is now (as facebook has very adroitly picked up) an independent worker. 

horsemouth may already be making the connection necessary to have some leisure work to top him up on his inevitable decline (or he may come think it is more trouble than it is worth and he should just embrace a trustafarian lifestyle). 

horsemouth has squirreled away. 

he is reminded of his father. someone who cheered up enormously when he could retire and get on with the things he actually liked doing instead (gardening, DIY, car maintenance).  

horsemouth's problem is that he gets bored. 

yesterday strange weather. the sun would no sooner shine than it would piss it down with rain. horsemouth made several sorties out (to the allotment, down towards eagle ponds). eventually, reconciled, he got on with some admin and then got on with copying out some arguments on the necessity of a business plan. 

in the evening he ate and watched a (bad) movie. 

today is positively the last in the cloud forest. 

he returns heavy laden - guitar, backpack, laptop, new books, 1kg of humous.  a meeting up with howard (10am ish) . perhaps some work on music. the weather says grey until 2pm (then thunderstorms).