7.45 am. A better morning. Still noticeably darker than before my trip to Japan, as witnessed by the car headlights, but without the recent wind and rain. One frequent viewer of my daily huffings and puffings suggested that "it is getting easier". Not on the inside, it ain't, darling.
11.00 am. The search for Paul Buckmaster continues. Sean Fitzpatrick has queried whether the search is for the spirit or the body of senor Buckpasser. The implication is that the spirit, which was present in the arrangements for Colin Blunstone, may now have moved on to a younger body. We shall see. First we must find Paul the B.
3.00 pm. An afternoon in dross filled treacly trenches. This is NOT the best use of my time, if we are to achieve a successful album and ongoing screenplays. The work we do prevents us from getting to the work we should be doing.
"Rightness is its own necessity."
