Piece got done. Was touch and go there for a while as I was flattened by a bug for most of the weekend. I'm reasonably pleased with it, though it's a play unpleasant. And it's nearer twenty minutes than thirty. A miniature, in fact. B thinks it's alright, which is always a good sign, she's a tough crowd. Quite cathartic - there's afterbirth, as well as unloving sex, and the riddle from Oedipus Tyrannus. I suppose now I look at it I can see that what I've done is something akin to conjuring the evil eye, like people do to ward off any complacency or hubris. A sort of spell to preserve the familial calm around here at the moment. And there are clouds of such. I mean, just look.