Holy maccaroni,
After leaping through countless hoops and uttering my annual quota of expletives, the first of half a dozen funding applications is complete and submitted. Between Sophie and myself, we've bossed the big document and sent it off with love, hope and fingers and toes crossed. A plaintive cry to the heavens of, "Just a little money to start the ball rolling...", has been echoing the halls for the last few weeks and I hope for Mareja's sake that it is answered positively.
The weather is changeable down here by the river, and after stewing over a smoking keyboard for what seems too long, I'm off for a walk along the river on a chilly, misty day. The head space must be cleared. I shall go and immerse myself in the beat of wings and running water, with trails of wispy mist waving in my wake.
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