Three weeks have passed and I continue to work in the ‘sweet spot’, the place where everything is exciting and dissapointment  has not reared it’s ugly head. 

The other day, my partners ex husband suggested that I should add an owl. I added an owl,   and a moon.

Now I am getting old, I have a thought that one day, when I am dead and buried, one of my children will stumble upon a dusty automata made by me and remember my miserable face when I was making it. Thats as good as it gets.