Whitsuntide.

 

Clear and warm (11°C), turning bright and (too) warm.

Whitsuntide is a public holiday, both in Belgium and in the Netherlands. No work. So I work a bit in the garden, mess about a bit with bits and bytes (and chips and cables).

And I read.
Sometimes I can concentrate so thoroughly on what I do that I practically loose contact with the outer world. This happens often at work but it typically doesn't last long. Till the solution for the problem at hand materializes out of the maelstrom in my brain. Once the code is hacked in or adapted I slip back into standard mode. It only ever happens when I do something that I like. When it happens while I read a good story it last often till the story is finished. Like today.
I am not a fast reader so if it is a long story it can take a long time. My father called me once for tea and twice for dinner but I never heard him.

The football you say?
Portugal-England : 3-2
Germany-Romania : 1-1

Adios