The day was spent trying to make the printer print on architects paper. Without a raster image processor this is going to be almost impossible. This is a shame, but that is how it is. But the good side of it all is that other problems and difficulties involving this printing machine were solved.
The whole day was spent in a strange form of solitude, apart from meeting with the gallery people around midday. A number of strange people joined the meeting, and the undertone of madness just got to be too much. Paid the bill and left.
At home, repaired the jamming door to the house. Now it falls shut again as it should.
The day is spent rather miserably, all the people in the streets are busy enjoying all of the Christmas carry-on. There is no use in being unfriendly or grouchy, it is just that Christmas has turned into a time for children.
There are no children here.
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