Under the sycamore tree.
The heat finally started draining out of the house last night, and the humidity is returning to normal levels. Light wind out here on the Thames Delta this morning, with a slight autumnal sharpness on it. Thank dog for that.
Now the heat is passing, I can start organising work, getting things in order and finding the space for development work. I swear, each summer gets less productive than the last. And then I can get into the garden at the weekend. Fingers crossed.
ON DECK: Marking up the boards, podcast notes round 2, script, outlining.
INBOX: 66
LISTENING: pulling the 5CD set of Penderecki’s choral works off the shelf.
SLEEP: 8hrs 5mins, FINALLY.
OUTSIDE: Lisa Edelstein’s drawings