...to say that all is quiet is to redefine inaction. Last couple of days - last day and a half, say - spent of the computer, getting submission for artistes a suivre together. Found myself enchanted by the addressing of the envelope to self, for the results to be forwarded. Allowing for failure and expecting it.
Still, still - nothing else can be done. I have drawing tomorrow, possibly - may not go - and then its off to Blightly. Resolved to use the time in galleries and with artists. It aint work but it'll sure inform it later.
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