incandescens | sometimes one just wants a quiet holiday

Lovely day. Apart from the rain. Not particularly drenching downpour rain, just depressing grey rain.

Picked up my new glasses from the optician, and now trying to adjust to altered vision out of my left eye (which was the lens that got updated). Hopefully it'll be a little less disconcerting tomorrow.

Made two pairs of earrings. Will try to remember to take photos at some point.

Otherwise lazy. But woke up at 9.30am, so did not even manage to sleep in. Boo.

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When they had travelled about 150 miles west they found themselves near a walled city. Raising his iron cudgel the Great Sage, who was only a third of a mile ahead of the carrying-chair, was so alarmed by the sight of the city that he fell over and was unable to rise to his feet. Do you know why someone of his great courage was so frightened by what he saw? It was because he saw a very evil atmosphere hanging over the town.

Crowds of evil demons and monsters,
Wolf spirits at all four gates.
Striped tigers are the commanders;
White-faced tiger-cats are senior officers.
Antlered stags carry documents around;
Cunning foxes walk along the streets.
Thousand-foot pythons slither round the walls;
Twenty-mile serpents occupy the roads.
At the base of high towers grey wolves shout commands;
Leopards speak in human voices by pavilions.
Standard-bearers and drummers -- all are monsters;
Mountain spirits patrol and stand sentry.
Crafty hares open shops to trade;
Wild boars carry their loads to do business.
What used to be the capital of a heavenly dynasty
Has now become a city of wolves and tigers.

-- from the Journey to the West