I just discovered that watching Charlie Brooker's Newswipe and inking don't go together, I kept laughing and smudging the lines.
There are some very brilliant new storage shelves covering the bathroom walls almost completely, my studio/bedroom is almost tidy, and I've loaded my eReader up with classic ghost stories. The combination of Calibre and Project Gutenberg
is proving really useful these days. Now all I want is Spring, because it's so cold and grey out there that I keep resisting all cultural and social engagements which require me traveling back home in the freezing night.
I'll heat up some soup, feed the birds and see if I can write another scene of this here novel.