Coffee was ages ago in some mug or other--who knows which? and I listen to the whir of the ceiling fan and the frantic beating of my heart for music. I got one sip of coffee this morning and then it was put down somewhere as I managed carpenters--who are finishing the former studio (the unfinished basement), talked on the phone with Licha about vitrigraph specs, watered the new landscaping, made sure the garbage men took all of the last of the moving debris away, monitored the process of the assistant, and diddled with a thousand other details before 10:10 when I discovered I was already late for a 10:00 appointment.
The afternoon has thus far been consumed with desnarling a major banking snafu, feeding the child, finishing the watering and now sitting down to post. Still two shipments and two kiln loads to go before date night with Dave... Aaaaagh!
Thanks to Mindy for the wonderful Wordle (shown above). Somehow this morning I managed to post just the wordle and no blog. In case you were wondering "what the heck?", now you know the rest of the story...
1 comment:
Like a cat, you always seem to land on your feet.
I've thought about strapping a piece of butter toast on your head...
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