Book One needed a haircut anyway.

I just have to keep telling myself that.
And that it's okay to move things around.
And that it's really not so bad.
And that part needed some fiddling with anyway.
And that mysteriously vanishing book needed to be dealt with.
And they really needed a better reason for appearing.
Or any reason at all.
And the whole thing is going to be better because of these changes.
And it's better to realize it now rather than later.
Yeah, I just have to keep telling myself that.
Again, and again, and again, and again, and again.

And not everyone is going to survive the rescue.

I didn't think they would.
(I'm a little worried about Groot.)

Pray for Gertie.

The grand dame of the Christmas cactus family is unwell.
The poor dear dropped most of herself to the floor and of what remained in the pot, only about 5% looked alive.
She's now been divided into three pots and we're hoping for the best.
Of course, if she survives, I'll need some new names, though the 5% is now officially known as Groot.

Chopin train music.

Unexpected but great.

The smoothing lines have been drawn.

Now I have to paint them in.
And risk wrecking this thing.
Again.
But it won't ever be finished if I don't try.
I just wish the colors were as forgiving as the greens.
But they're not.
Still, I must try.