Am stretching and yawning and sipping some cold instant coffee (kettle didn't come on, didn't notice). Next couple of "Sleepwalkers" on my desk and my swimming bag packed to go to the local pool, which is much needed for waking-up purposes since I've spent half the night talking to a friend in trouble - she has an awful job which is so exhausting that she has no energy to find a better one. So I am feeling a bit unhelpful and very grateful that I get to draw and write for money. It can be upsetting, too, when I can't think of anything or have to redo several week's worth or doubt that stuff is good enough, but man, I don't have to get up at four in the morning every day just to work until seven in the evening. Oof.