I have been feeling emotional and overwhelmed. Anxiously finishing off work for an exhibition and fielding I.T. help requests from my Dad and trying to write about my work without having a shread of brain space in which to think about it. I just couldn't help crying. Probably mostly because I was hungry. That can happen.
Time to stop and smell the roses. Not that you can't just smell the nectar in the air everywhere. Melbourne is so sweet and blossomy right now, heady with Jasmine and Daphne and plum/peach/pear. Sorry, for all this boring. I should just shut up and get on with it.