Coffee in the Atlanta skyline mug, no music--iTunes is burning the 40th Magic Treehouse book to cd for J. I'm sure I could listen to music and burn the disc at the same time, but I'm moving slowly this morning. I need to fire today as I didn't either yesterday or Monday and I want to finish labeling and cutting foam separator sheets for the sample sets. Instead, I have two little girls upstairs--J had a friend sleep over last night--and D's at work so I'm on Mommy duty at home, not over in the studio. But all is not lost, I have a website and an ERP (Enterprise Resource Planning) system to work on. I can be the business side of a glass artist here in my comfy brown chair. I plot, I plan, I post--maybe I even get my books up to date for my accountant (did I make money or lose money last year? Pesky finances!).
Whatever I do, I'm going to avoid reading the news on the web anymore today. Too much death, destruction, and hate. Too many parents doing horrible things to their children... I'm going to go give the Sprout a hug and get on with my day. Tomorrow we are heading to a someone else's house for Thanksgiving. No cooking, no entertaining at our home this year. I'm going to miss our traditional food, but D is just too relieved at not having a big effort tomorrow to miss anything. He's still recovering from working the election and gearing up for the runoffs.