Friday, February 25

A day of interruptions in which I ended up writing more than I thought I would. I have not reached where I intended by the end of Friday afternoon but, on the other hand, I have not slipped so far behind as to feel as though I should panic, work the weekend, or change my plan.

I can still walk around the house thinking that everything will work out fine. As I do indeed walk around the house I come across this arrangement which seems to have changed slightly and, for some reason, reminds me of yesterday’s Weeping Angels.

I take a photograph in the dim evening light which neatly answers the question: what will I do next? I will sit down and play with Pixelmator until I have a result I can live with.