Having spent a good part of the weekend, occupied by the inner life of an almost dead computer, does not appear overly interesting. Even when the machine has been the present by a good friend. Despite from a little walk around the block, there hasn't been a lot of movement either. Waking up to a sunny Monday, crispy blue skies and only five minutes to boot the machine, is a whole different story though. Thank you, my friend. Finally, I can go back and do the rest bit of organizing. The studio has to wait only some more days; I cannot wait to get the brushes out. To one slow, unspectacular, but not at all lost weekend and to tiny steps, turning out big.