Being worried about dad keeps shooting pellets of intrusive thoughts at me, regularly, and it can cause me to have mini anxiety episodes that I fail to pull myself out of fast enough. To combat this, to have ammo at a ready, G and I have been talking about baby spiders (or small spiders) a lot and - do not ask how my brain works - that is something that soothes me thoroughly. There are rogue concepts firing at random in my brain that just cause certain emotions. There is STILL a trigger of two words - as an impossibly random combination as you could imagine - which causes me to start laughing. Granted, there have always been more which cause me to cry. 

Being able to shop online rather vastly of late, I've gotten myself tons of material and even some treats - like a curious brush or a ... well, obviously, a few more books. Been a busy girl, too, constantly feeling mildly nauseated when outdoors, so I mull new and new paints. For all the German-company pigments I've purchased - and I plan to buy a lot more, now that I know they are trustworthy - I've made the primes and now am making the duals. Of what remains, I'll mix threes and scraps. What I really need, though, is a new phone, because mine has been acting up, lying to people about my availability, but I love my ancient phone and cannot be sure it's not the ancient sim card which is the source of the problem. Though I really do miss playing Pokemon, so g will probably get something superlative and I'll inherit his left-behinds. It's scary how fiercely capable phone cameras are these days. I used to dream about a street-smart Fuji and now for that price you get a phone with five cameras, one of which takes an absurd macro, another specialises in portrait and the last can take photos of the moon the size of a pizza plate. Fuji just has one lens and for all its retro charm, feels less and less like an investment and more like a hipster vanity toy. 

Today was Wednesday - my shipping day, but I wanted to keep mulling, setting up the pigment jars on the table in the morning. I have to pack the orders tomorrow, otherwise, I get thrown out of cadence. Not that I've written, painted, read or seen a whole movie since Batch 6 began, but I am ambitious now. Batch 6 has been a very well oiled machine, still rolling.