A galvanic work day. I wrote hundreds of words. I edited tens of pages. I can see a little horizon of hope. There is so far to go and the resolution is so uncertain, but still, one must keep buggering on and this was splendid buggering.
My brain has, however, had it.
There is a faint snapping sizzle as it short-circuits.
Here are some randomly chosen pictures from the archive instead of words. I’m all out of words. We sold right out.