Started a Blood Bowl team for guests to use. Reikland Reavers in greens and greys, because that is the team Mike always reaches for and those are his favourite colours. First prototype submitted and approved, so at some point in the last week I appear to have acquired a client. But this means more Blood Bowl. And that's always good.
Forties at night, sixties and seventies by day. This is the fortnight New England hands over as an apology, and it works every time, which is presumably how it gets away with the other fifty.
Boston on Saturday with Mike - black and white, and a fair amount of Trillium. Sunday went eight and a half hours of sleep, then rain, Linda, and a run of 80s films. I have spent a week trying to engineer 1983 and it turned up on its own the moment I stopped.
Lost my glasses this morning. Retraced every step back to where they were last confirmed present and found nothing, which means either they left voluntarily or I am no longer a reliable witness to my own morning. Ready for the weekend, and increasingly ready to be told what else I have put somewhere.
Currently engaged in the 1983-ification of my life. The phone goes away at night and all weekend, the paperbacks have returned - Warhammer and Japanese fiction, with White Dwarf and Heavy Metal in permanent rotation - and .boredom has been reinstated as a legitimate use of an afternoon. Essentially I am trying to live like a background kid in a 1983 film, minus the map and the pirate ship. Twelve-year-old me managed it without effort or intention, which I have decided to treat as precedent rather than as an indictment.
Cleaned up the website. Deleted half a megabyte nothing had linked to in a year, and found a folder quietly listing every photograph I've ever uploaded - including the ones I decided against. Curating is only curating if you also shut the back door. It looks exactly the same as it did yesterday, which I've decided to take as a compliment.
Three days of nothing, as designed. Minis, books on the deck, old films with Linda, and sleep that arrived without negotiation. Five weeks of company in one form or another have ended and the house is back down to its original occupants, which I am reliably informed is a normal number of people to have in a home.