It has been snowing.
A few days ago there were amazing baby fish with sparkling blue eyes born in my aquarium, but I think that they all got eaten by their parents when I trimmed the plants and thus their hiding places yesterday...
But there are more eggs, can you see?
(They are the three white things on the plant stem, the other things are oxygen bubbles made as the plants grow).
It looks like I may be concept-designing/co-writing/overseeing/making-music-for a children's television series. It is all big and secret, and I am too busy-with-other-work/terrified/excited to say much more about it, but yesterday my friend brought three songs around because there will hopefully be songs in the show. Also I hope there will be animation and/or puppets and all the good things.
I found this in my sketchbook from the other week.
Yesterday I got my glasses back from the opticians with new lenses, and discovered that they have messed up my frames and I don't trust the prescription. I had tried out a new optician place and I'm dissapointed. The Ophthalmologists were rude and morose, too. This is a boring thing to blog about... but I'm surprised how upsetting it is to have people mess with one's glasses. It feels invasive. This is the company that specialise in laser surgery. I wouldn't consider it for a second.
My mum sent an envelope full of chocolate eggs (Thanks Gilla), they're rolling all over my desk.