I was thinking of sorting through some papers and getting them filed. I dunno. That sounds like a job for a weekday.
Maybe I’ll just play with some yarn.
The kind of thing I do, often enough.
Spike scanned the area. There was no movement anywhere. There was no sound.
The stillness made him think he could be deaf. Certainly he had been exposed to explosions enough to deafen anyone.
The only sound occurred when he took a step. Tiny bits of rubble, perhaps even sand grains, were disturbed under his descending boot. He could hear that.
Not through the new machine but the work laptop. The new machine is still updating and configuring itself.