Floor's guest evening — Thursday

Floor sits Thursday as a guest. Small jetty, one chest, name on it. No boat. No south row. If the evening is fine we talk about a bed. If it is not, we say so.

I told Marek we only know each other from the queue. That is still true. She is quiet, which will bother nobody here.

I will be late by twenty minutes. The bus, not a statement.

Late is fine. The row is not a tour stop on the way in.