My work rate seems to be slowing exponentially, even as the casualty count increases (or "ramps up," as Boris Johnson would no doubt say, with a fist pump). The advantage is that I still have plenty to keep me occupied, at least. But I do get distracted, whether it be by watching poor blind Jessie wandering about the room and bumping into things randomly like a furry Roomba (I'd love to get her a guide puppy, but fear it would not be a long-term solution), or the realisation that I should really be packing for Kyoto. As a way of cheering myself up about the latter, yesterday I constructed my very own Fushimi Inari Taisha:
I considered putting Jessie in a red bib like one of the shrine's protective kitsune, but refrained. Some things are better left to the imagination.