There wasn't a trace of the gossamer this morning.
I have been using a pickaxe the past few days, digging trenches to lay pipes for the bathrooms and so on. I'm mostly digging through what the French call 'tuf' (actually partially decayed granite) or solid granite. I am not cut out to be a navvy - I'm going to ache tomorrow.
I'm still mulling around the same few concepts. It is frustrating me sometimes that I can't resolve them, at other times I'm more relaxed about it. In the meantime here are some pixie hats.