Even less today. Oh, everything’s falling to pieces again.
I’m supposed to go in to Hachette to scan, but as the artwork won’t be there I don’t bother.
Actually, I manage to get emails off to people who haven’t paid me yet, which is good. And another invoice. And my tax return is emailed to me, so I can sign it and pay before the 31st, assuming that crapness doesn’t eat my head.
And I cook dinner, which makes me feel almost as virtuous as I’d feel if dinner had actually been nice.
And watch programmes about clothes on the TV, which isn’t like me at all.