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Saturdays are (or should be) for painting. . .

The 2010 Weihnachtsmarkt in Greifswald, Germany (photo taken by Johannes Koepke).  Maybe one day, we'll be in Germany for the Christmas season?  Until then, I'll enjoy images like this one.

A late night last night.  My amateur rock & roll band The Indras played a date at a nearby town, and it was after 1 o'clock by the time I returned home and unloaded the car.  The Grand Duchess and Young Master Paul went somewhere this morning, so I have been able to sleep late -- a real treat these days -- and I am now having coffee at the computer and listening to some seasonal music online.  

While there is still some stuff to do relating to the recently concluded college semester, and a small translation I really should start on, today I plan to paint, paint, paint.  "Finish the current four Luebecker musketeers and make considerable inroads with the next batch of four" is the mantra for the afternoon and evening.  Oh, and somewhere in there, I need to run an errand, to assist Sankt Nikolas, who will be leaving a few small edible treats for the Grand Duchess and Young Master Paul in their shoes on the night of December 5th.  But then, it's back to the painting table!

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Meant to ask - how's the book coming on..??
Sigh. I shelved that project some time ago when it became apparent that I wouldn't be able to produce/publish anything as nice as Charles Grant's recent titles. Very disappointing, but sometimes you have to bite your tongue and know when to walk away from a project.

Best Regards,

Stokes

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