Nocturne in blue and gold?

Whistler gazes forever at his favourite stretch of river on Chelsea reach... perhaps contemplating Richard Rogers' monte vetro opposite.
Milo's out for supper tonight so I can clear the fridge of left-overs and have time for other things - marmalade seems to have set this time. We chatted L and I about a multi-author book project for a class reunion next year and whether and how to limit the number of characters and to create continuity.

The day is so busy that now nothing is something worth doing.