Home and two days at the factory. Now the first weekend. Yesterday, I did nothing. I drank too much alone the night before, I believe, and did not go to bed until after one. I woke up early in the morning lying sideways across the bed. I don't think I've ever done that before. My head was pointing south. When I got up, the world was askew (or I was), and I never really got going. But I don't think it was the booze. It was something else. It could be an emotional letdown, I don't know. bumped around the house trying to get things done. I unpacked and put my clothes away. I downloaded Atavist and ran virus checks on two laptops and my iMac because they were acting very sluggish. Turns out I had downloaded something that put viruses on them. That took most of the morning, but the computers are acting normal-ish now (one of them, the newest one, suddenly won't turn on without being plugged in and says it needs a new battery). I went to the studio to service the printer. I had left the artist in the studio behind me in charge of running a nozzle check every couple days while I was gone. He called and said that on the last day the light cyan had shown up clogged. I gave it a cleaning a printed a picture, though, and everything was fine. Then I went to the gym and lay in the sun a bit. All this time, I was drinking water, more than I normally drink in a few days figuring that might be the problem. I had no breakfast or lunch, so I made a protein drink in the blender after that gym. Took a shower. Lay down. Went to sleep. I woke in the late afternoon and worked on some pictures that I owe some women since before I went on vacation. The day had been silent. No emails, no phone calls, no texts. Oh, I thought in despair, I am back into the old solitary rut. There was no place to go, nothing to do. I thought to call my mother. My cousin had come into town to spend the weekend with her. Did I want to come to dinner? O.K. What else did I have to do. A quick vodka and then a bland dinner with mother. I was not good company, I think. Blah, blah, blah. I went home. Poured a scotch, watched t.v. got up and cooked up a few more pictures. Eleven. I thought I had better go to bed.
Maybe it is just a virus.
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I have been scanning film but that is all. I have not turned them into finished images yet. I am once again a working troll. I have had these posts stored up, but now I am running out and will have to produce them live once again. I have liked the time lag, this living in the past, so to speak. It was nice not to have any pressure to produce any thing at all. But I will return to live tales in mere days. I think. We shall see.