For unknown reasons, all of the electrical outlets in the workshop stopped working. I need my power tools. Argh. I did what hand work I could, but had to wrap up around four o’clock because I just ran out of things I could do.

Oh my goodness. The costume designers two-year old daughter is in the next room singing “You are a Pirate” in Icelandic. Soooooooo cute. Oh my. I shall faint from the cuteness of it.

You can listen to the original and imagine a tiny, tiny little girl in a flowery skirt singing “Yo, ho fiddle dee, dee.”

Fainting. I’m fainting.