Editing/writing requires thinking in four dimensions including time and my brain is as tired as my body.
A stint of two-dimensional design is in order, like a lemon sorbet. I'm not saying it's any easier, just different.
All those big dark cloths? (and they really are) they're just laying there, defiant. A cold weather project, maybe.
Right now I want to make some monsters.
Remember this mess?
I brought them to order.