This newsletter comes to you from a Van Houtte coffee shop deep in French-speaking in Québec, Canada. This week has felt so long, so slow, so not-at-all productive, and yet I look back now and think damn, I actually got a bunch done—though I'm sure that in a parallel universe I just slept all week. Certain things (urgent things) got put off again, sure, but in seven days the winds will have changed again, and I'll be back in my cold Georgian home in Bath. I've found it positively maddening to survive without my scanner and 99% of my materials this past couple of weeks, and now have a backlog of small illustrations and paintings that I rather hope I'm able to keep pristine during their journey home. Sigh, let's proceed.