Done

Excellent craic over Glasgow way, a Willie and the Bandits gig... But the beers and the late return (the last train was cancelled) meant I was hung over and sleepy all sunday.

Looks like my work on my friend's project is done, unless something odd happens. It's been refreshing for me, and reminded me of a few things. First, I enjoy it. Next, sometimes I just don't register anything beyond my mission. Thirdly, while I don't mind working on a collaborative project, my collaboration does not extend to the same character sheet, no,no. The editor gets to tamper with my stuff and that's it. Patchworks belong on quilts not on pages. This would be an extremely rubbish attitude if I was ever going to co-write a script, so it's good for me to pick up on it.

I've learned a few things and remembered a lot. Now I'm tired. There will be no more writing today, rather I'm going to go back over stuff I have missed from friends.

And the Coronavirus? I am only worried for two reasons;

1) This is my mum's defining nightmare, her pathological obsession; terror of sickness and death is the hook on which her schizophrenia hangs, and it has been comparatively dormant for years now. This may not be how it stays. She is making excuses not to call me, I honestly think she may be scared of contagion by phone. Her age makes her vulnerable, her illness makes her vulnerable in a different way. I can do absolutely nothing about this.

2)On a national scale, it's a godsend to governments wanting to stretch their powers to authoritarianism. Sign of the Times...

P.S Ah. I had forgotten Bro's potential problems; his lungs are among the world's most abused organs. Feck.