Last night the diary submission form resolutely refused to appear. Something funny happening at the hosting service, no doubt.
Today – up at 6:00, sitting, breakfast, Haru goes out. I prepare, then spend the day colouring in Fairies. And the evening. And that’s it, though I do listen to half of Tom Stoppard’s glorious Arcadia as I’m working, amongst other things.
Many fairies yet to colour, and I’m working at preserving my sense of humour (as it’s becoming a bit of a blur and I’m not even halfway). I’m curious about retaining my sanity in these circumstances. The first time I did this was almost exactly three years ago, just about to go off to Los Molinos: too many pictures in a week, watching episodes of the First season of New Who, especially Dalek on a loop.