it's arse-clenchingly cold
We haven't had snow here - well, we had some in Brighton, but it didn't stick. But apparently it's due.
It is, however, fucking freezing. I have on my thermal ninja suit - ankle to wrist thermals, all black. Jeans, three jumpers, and my overalls.
And I've set myself up a heat lamp, because I lost all feeling in my hands about 2 minutes into the working day.
AND, just to make things better, when I unlocked this morning (front door leads to the office - the only warm place in the studio, because all the computers chuck out heat 24/7) something has quite plainly died in there over the weekend. It stinks. Boss has a cold and can't smell anything, but it stinks. And no one seems very keen to find the source of the smell. I hope it's a mouse, and will therefore decompose quickly.
But my day is spent in the clean room, with the radio and a heat lamp, cutting out 48 rubber pieces for the staircase we just made. Lots of very delicate scalpel work to make them fit just perfectly. Hence the need to have functioning hands.
I like working on my own - gives me lots of time to think. Which I need right now, cos I'm writing a bit of a beast of a fic, which involves a lot of flashback/action/high drama/emotion etc. And I need a lot of time to do quiet brain-work when I write like this.
It is, however, fucking freezing. I have on my thermal ninja suit - ankle to wrist thermals, all black. Jeans, three jumpers, and my overalls.
And I've set myself up a heat lamp, because I lost all feeling in my hands about 2 minutes into the working day.
AND, just to make things better, when I unlocked this morning (front door leads to the office - the only warm place in the studio, because all the computers chuck out heat 24/7) something has quite plainly died in there over the weekend. It stinks. Boss has a cold and can't smell anything, but it stinks. And no one seems very keen to find the source of the smell. I hope it's a mouse, and will therefore decompose quickly.
But my day is spent in the clean room, with the radio and a heat lamp, cutting out 48 rubber pieces for the staircase we just made. Lots of very delicate scalpel work to make them fit just perfectly. Hence the need to have functioning hands.
I like working on my own - gives me lots of time to think. Which I need right now, cos I'm writing a bit of a beast of a fic, which involves a lot of flashback/action/high drama/emotion etc. And I need a lot of time to do quiet brain-work when I write like this.