Apart from a short trip to find cabbage leaves to stitch together to make a dress I stayed indoors. The outside was turning itself inside out like a starfish eating and the furniture from the house next door was lined up on the grass; I felt sure if someone issued the command they would all start to dance. Before climbing the jaw like stairs I searched my pockets for numbers; apparently I can only make modest calculations and any algebra will have to wait until the weekend. My studio was full of lights; apart from an unlucky few fly trapped between the window pane and net curtain they were hovering in a cluster several feet from where the cat had recently clawed the ground. I worked out a route and then carefully followed it, touching the picture surface quite early in the day.