Thursday already. It has been a busy week @theoldmortuary. Two days of a man with power tools building a trellis wall extension for us and prepping for an exhibition.

Hugo has been doing a lot of soulful eye work as there has not often been time for a lap to sit on. Also not much time to ponder on ponders and ponderables.

One thing that came and was largely unremarked upon, was the curious 12 hours on Saturday and Sunday when we were suddenly without a signal or any wi-fi. We were camping near Looe and communication was lost locally, nobody could use their phones. There was no problem at all for us, but it is odd how guilty I felt at being inexplicably unreachable without warning.

Something entirely normal only a few years ago.

Clearing and sorting 4 years worth of emails, over the last few days, has also highlighted how much communication we all have with one another now, compared to even our recent past. A nicely sorted and deleted email account is curiously liberating. Spring cleaning of my electronic soul.

A midweek pondering at midnight that has become all about communicating both ancient and modern. Dogs have looked at humans, in the same way that Hugo is looking at me in the first picture, throughout history. Stone Age humans and their dogs, and every other age since would understand what was going on in that picture. 

Just as everyone reading this blog understands the joy that the last picture brings me.

But the doleful dog eyes will go on as long as there are humans and dogs. Emails will, soon enough,be consigned to history. Just as parchment scrolls and quills have been. That is quite the ponder.