Furries have conventions... something to look forward to, Ed and Delia.

I have been working on a page from a medieval book of hours. Not the one in the picture, exactly, but similar. It's an invocation to Saint Catherine, in Latin, and I've been inscribing and illuminating it on a piece of paper I made that turned out a nice brownish aged color with a slightly grainy finish. (I know, this sounds like "I'm reconstructing the Battle of Britain out of shredded wheat", but I tell you, this quitting smoking does bizarre things to me) I've been comfortably plodding along, probably put in eight hours on the one page so far. I'm not happy with the size and spacing of my letters, but I've got the hang of making faint red lines to write on. And the illumination I like, I didn't get too fancy. Not sure why I felt the urge to start a book of hours, but there you are.

Ian and I walked across the sea ice to the stone church on the other side of the bay.

this does not surprise me.

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In honour of my little brother in Australia who tells me he's booked a free fall jump for next month.... it's singalong time. This is one of the cheerful songs our family used to sing (with much enthusiasm and little in the way of tune-carrying) in the car on long trips:

to the tune of the Battle Hymn of the Republic
(otherwise known as John Brown's Body)

They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,
They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,
They dropped him from an aeroplane
Without a parachute,

And he aint gonna jump no more

Chorus
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
Glory, glory what a hell of a way to die
And he aint gonna jump no more

They scraped him off the tarmac like a lump of strawberry jam (3x)
And He aint gonna jump no more
Chorus
They put him in a chip bag and they sent him home to mum (3x)
And he aint gonna jump no more
Chorus
They put him on the mantle piece for everyone to see (3x)
and he aint gonna jump no more....

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Ahem. No, really. Prayers requested for little brother's safe passage between sky and earth.