Hehe, it's almost 11 in the eve and G is still sleeping, poor thing. I think if I don't do anything to wake him, he'll just sleep until morning - that man is fully able to catch up on his week's rest in one go. Tricky bit is, if I am TOO quiet, he'll stir, because he'll worry something's wrong. "What's happening? You're too quiet." So, comfortable, familiar ruckus and noises of me making paint well into the night is the way to go. The damn things are not drying, as it's raining all the time, but, y'know, some day :)) I saw a curious old set from my early days, of dark grays and bright reds, six or eight of them. I'm recreating that.