Framed...

… except that the small white yacht in the frame is virtually invisible.

Kept thinking it was time to wake up and we were still in the wee hours – perhaps that’s why I’m feeling a tad woozy today. Still, had to get on with a translation, as the friend I passed the client on to is the one undergoing chemotherapy, and needed a bit of help. Progress is not fast. I just took a break to collect some health test results, taking the beach route in the hopes of encountering blip opportunities. These bins were the best I could do. 

Now back to the grindstone.