That is far enough.

In the morning, it was snowing. the red roofs had white flakes on them. A warm shower and then work all day sorting through the pictures taken the night before. There are too many, and it was dark. Sort and sort, take time on the side to get dressed. Sort and modify the pictures until the eyes hurt. Lie down for a while, the legs start to freeze. A doctor a long time ago said that this was on account of an infection. Maybe he is right, and maybe it is just because it is cold.

No more than that, it may just be a reaction to the cold.

Lie down on the bed until the sensation goes, and then recommence working on the pictures.

Lie down again later, and wake up when the phone rings.

It is the brother. He has sad news, one of the great Irish artists, Camille Souter, had died last week. That is saddening, she was very old, and she did so much work.

But otherwise, he is well, the brother. He has to hang up when some customers visit his garden centre, which he is minding today. Go back to editing the hundreds of pictures. Later, move on to selecting the good ones, then the better ones, and the ones that are better still. A small star for every round. After five rounds the number has been cut down from nearly three hundred to fifty. That is far enough.

It will be a good idea to go to bed early tonight.