TUESDAY 13u23

The gallery is almost empty. Doris is sitting at the table, eating and staring at her computer. I don’t know what she is working on. My future husband is still here working on our heraldic sign: a flemish lion in high heels against the background of a lys de france. We discuss adding a musical symbol, but cannot agree on which one: I find a bongo too exotic, and a piece of music too cliché. we do agree on putting in a book with as its title laus stultitiarum. I haven’t included enough time in my score to look up all the right images to then translate into embroidery. There are too many things coming up and not enough time in a day to realize them all. It is very quiet here now, with most of the others working outside. David arrives, which means we will finally be able to open the front door. Every day from now on at 13u34. They freeze midway the little place in front of the gallery on their way to the door. The workman behind them seems intrigued by what’s going on. It is the same man that already stared at Lilia’s and my unisono yoga session. It feels like the window sessions are working. Cooking in the window I’m thinking of putting Nigella to shame. People react bemused. Only a few minutes to go before my rearranging task. I guess I will just move my whole corner to the other window. Or not. Maybe just clean up the trail I left behind all morning.