I’ll have to tape tracing paper to my tablet tonight and email that last photograph to myself and run my colored pencils in swirls and waves over the eyelines and circle the focal points and rinse, repeat, four times, and photograph that and compile it into a PDF and write about it, but I’m not too worried.

It’s technically the last assignment I have for the week, enabling a free weekend after all, until I cheat and decide to read through the following week’s overviews on Sunday or even (probably) Saturday.

Not bad, for week one. I’ve put in 2–3 hours per night, the occasional late-afternoon A-F-dayjob-K, reading, citing, asking ChatGPT how to cite (my god, how did I manage in 2010?), gathering images, organizing and re-organizing my Google drive, typing out discussion posts, sketching. Part-time art school is going okay, even though I could feel it in my chest the other night and took the longest time to fall asleep.

If I can push for the occasional, semi-free weekend like this first one might just be, I can probably do it. Maybe. Now or never.

It’s hard with my full-time programming job, but my full-time programming job made it conceivable. Now or never.

It’s 16:47 and I’ve finished a promised bug investigation and typed it all out on the Jira ticket. Not bad. Fixable next week, once I decide how. I’ve finished a big prototype, too, and sifted through the code review feedback. Not bad. Maybe I’ll bust out the art tablet before it’s dark after all. Three packages to pick up in the Amazon locker before that, almost exactly a mile…