Dear friend,
I had hoped to write you a nice long post about Coptic bound books, but today I feel as if I were wearing contact lenses made of sandpaper. Visibility is nearly that good, too. The pollen season greets me with such love I'm quite overwhelmed despite various forms of allergy medication.
V and I were planning to go on a quick trip to Helsinki to the premiere of a film a friend wrote the text for, but all of a sudden there's a railway strike keeping us from going anywhere. Maybe a few days off is what I need, and the universe agrees. Still, I hope to have all these books in the Paperiaarre shop some time during the weekend, or early next week at the latest, if my eyes continue to protest so much that I need to keep limiting my screen time.
Now, I will save my Coptic tales for another time and leave you with a bunch of photos instead.
