No coffee yet, the sound of it brewing for music. Yesterday I waxed happy about Seraph finding her howl. She exercised her joy again this morning at 5:07 (accompanied by Baxter, of course) when some emergency vehicle or other went by. It was enough to wake D and me, and J came pattering in about five minutes later to join us so I guess it woke her too. After an hour and a half of various and sundry dark morning anxieties, I surrendered the sleep fantasy and rose. There is much to do with this day.
Put in an offer on a studio space yesterday. Could close as soon as 9/29, whew! Here are some interior shots of the space--there are four fireplaces, three shown in the pics. It's hard to get a feel for its flow from pictures. If we get it, I might video it and put it up on YouTube... oy. I can't believe I thought that, much less wrote it.
Today, up to Armstrong in Kennesaw, ship a couple of orders, fire a couple of loads, have a couple of panic attacks. Same old, same old.
PS-- Damn and blast. As early as I got up, I still didn't have my items ready for the American Kidney Fund on their pick-up round this morning. For once they actually came at 7:40 (they always say be ready by 7:00 and never get here till noon). The driver said he was trying to beat the traffic from the golf tournament. Oh joy, that time of year again. The PGA Tour Championship one block from our house. *sigh* time to get out the orange traffic cones and put them in front of the house so the mailman will deliver to our box.