The day that followed that wine-soaked afternoon and evening was…well, I couldn’t say it was calm, per se, as we were all still coming to terms with the reality of what had happened, but it was certainly more level. The mood was low and Hanne and I were both laid low by crying jags at one point or another, but we doggedly stuck to our pre-catastrophe routine in an attempt to remain calm.
Hanne holed up in her office for a while, working on some of her latest constructs. While the house had been littered with little objets d’art from her explorations, I’d requested that she stick to her office for working on this current trend of oneiro-impressionism. Something about the in-progress constructs hurt my eyes, and a few had led to migraines, even for her.