I'm not going to try to post daily. I'm facing the great staked plain of endless, mindless sanding. I can do this, but I don't want to have to try to tell you it's interesting. I'm flogging the photographer, and I hope to have a dribble of fine shots of sculptures I have to offer, and I'm sure I'll want to send up a flare whenever I think I'm somewhere. Do not forget me, oh my darlings. I'll let you know if I find work.