yesterday was spent the morning getting things in order. There was an early walk to the artists studio to collect the forgotten mobile 'phone. It was pleasant to look at the mild colours in the morning with the bright accents provided by those sporty humans. This is a thought for further pictures at another time.
At home again, take a rest. There is the exhibition to be done in the evening. The grand opening. Go to the gallery for the Saturday meeting of all those culture vultures first. Listen to a strange insult from an ignorant member of the round, nearly lose the short fused temper. Walk fifty feet up and down like an angry gander until calm sets in again. He will apologise later in the day.
Return home to try and produce a few last -minute prints. The printer realises the urgency and does its best to not work as it should.
At seven in the evening the show starts. It is a resounding success.
It was worth while
At two in the morning it is time to go to bed. It is now twenty three minutes later.
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