Bredonborough Hope Fear Faith A
11.28
Bredonborough.
Hope
Fear Faith
A busy night, going places now for several nights that I do not recognize, although with characters that I do.
A grey day…
Morning reading I…
II...
And a response sent off to an enquiry regarding the musical undertakings of one who has attended a GC Course, and is presenting (what looks through my spectacles to be) GC puréed with Gurdjieffian lacings. A spicy soup. Work Squerd?
17.33 An afternoon on The Writing Project.
Getting lunch for the Minx. T is continuing to rest on her first good, long-weekend off from working and touring.
A post-lunch Skyping to Tom the Chaotic Child. Tom pointed our errors in my notes for the Fist Secondary Exercise (posted in the Diary). But, these were aides memoires, a work in progress, not a final presentation! This carried little weight with Tom. I have failed again.
An afternoon on The Writing Project, which is speaking out and determining the form for itself. A new chapter has appeared naturally, unbidden and with its own clear necessity.
The secondary MacBook Pro, to the left of my main working computer, has collapsed. This is rare. Pooey pooey.
19.23 Supper for the Minx and to an early gentle. WillyFred is keen to play.
