Not much to report today. I decided I was too tired to go for a run. I wrote my devar Torah (Torah thought) for this week and was pretty pleased to get something fairly coherent out of an idea that I was not initially sure was going to work. I did some more research on domestic abuse for my novel, which is depressing, but I have a better idea of plot for the second half of the novel now. I did some miniature painting, hopefully finishing the thirteenth Doctor, Davros and the TARDIS, but sometimes I find bits I’ve missed or done badly later. I think I’m going to rest my painting for a bit so I can concentrate more on my novel. To be honest, I get frustrated that my painting nowadays isn’t as good as when I was a teenager. That’s partly due to my tremor and partly, I’m somewhat ashamed to admit, to lack of patience. There’s a limit to how much time and energy I’m willing to invest in a hobby like this now; maybe that’s depression, or just growing up. Maybe tomorrow or next week I’ll post a pic spammy post with my latest miniatures alongside some from my teenage years for comparison.
And that was it really. My parents were out most of the day, coming back in time to light Chanukah candles; one of my cousins from Israel arrived a little later. I don’t “do” Christmas and there wasn’t anything I wanted to watch on TV. I started watching the Bond film For Your Eyes Only, but it was dull and uninvolving so I stopped halfway and will probably finish it tomorrow. A nice, quiet day.