Forsaking sleep and making stuff. I have been a making stuff machine. Not so much stuff as just one thing, but oh it's near the end and I am pleased. A rare occurrence here at the Center for Impromptu Artisting.
And tired. Wee hours every evening after a regular PITA workday. Ah, but life is good.
More soon.
Alive and well
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment