Looked over my 600-odd nits and decided at least 3/4 of them don’t need squashing. In the end I don’t want to change very much of the stylistic stuff like pronouns and commas. 90 nits to go.

Ran 4km in 32 mins, which I’m quite proud of, then headed out for a shorter run in the evening — it was raining a bit and only 26 degrees, so couldn’t resist. Night falls quickly, though — still light at 6pm, but by 7 it’s dark enough that I don’t feel quite safe in the graveyard with all the dogs around. One of them got crabby a couple of weeks ago and I found myself running for real — my own fault for going up a little-used path at night.

After-run stretches. I especially like the first hamstring stretch.

Picking up hard wax Pan this weekend! Fingers crossed that there won’t be too much fixing up to do and I’ll be able to get the bronze done very soon. Thinking about a variegated green-white patina.

From ‘Hallucinations’ by A. Brierre De Boismont: The life of man is a series of contradictions; in a moment he passes from one extreme to another, and the acts of to-day belie those of yesterday. The conduct of the lunatic is only an exaggeration of these eccentricities. (x)

I’ve come to the conclusion that the artist can not justify life or come up with a cogent reason as to why life is meaningful, but the artist can provide you with a cold glass of water on a hot day. — Woody Allen (x)

Don’t ask yourself what the world needs. Ask yourself what makes you come alive and then go do that. Because what the world needs is people who have come alive. — Howard Thurman (x)