I staid in bed yesterday, pretty much. That seemed the reasonable thing to do. The day before I got suddenly so tired that I could hardly talk and not at all think, which is very unsurprising seeing that everything good that I could imagine happening happened all at once, including things I've been quite patiently waiting for all my life (for example a beautiful empty house to furnish and live in). Basically, I got the bends from surfacing from stress very suddenly, I think. Today I'll stay at home, too, and do some colouring work. I need to get some spreads of the graphic novel and the cover ready for presentation.
I was supposed to go and search charity shops for interesting cutlery and crockery and food packaging today because I need some more drawing reference for the Jumblies, but by some freak chance I just got to visit the house of a cookery writer, and it turned out he had a vast collection of all those things, including very particularly a collection of vintage honey labels, so I figure I can skip that assignment. I can't quite understand the mechanics of how everything I need is turning up very suddenly in rapid succession, but I won't complain.
I'll post some coloured artwork when it's done. But first I shall drink this here decaf coffee and be stupidly happy.