..and I can't sleep. Those moments of creativity that hit me in the middle of the night are becoming more frequent. I've been dreaming of making art, taking photos, writing instructions...and when I don't go to bed before 1 a.m. and then wake up, wide-eyed, at 5, that's not good. I laid there until almost 6, gave up on more rest and got up to make coffee.
I'm still wrestling with my post-CHA mess in my studio, so I decided that was the best place to start. When I opened the door, yesterday's 45° high hit me in the face. My studio is an enclosed patio room we added to the house. It's air-conditioned, but we just leave the door open for heat, since we don't have harsh winters here, only steaming hot summers. Someone shut the door last night and this morning, you could hang meat in there. Since there are only two people who live here, and I know it wasn't me, I can only assume that Larry did it or one of the dogs used the thumbs he only grows when needed to open the door, sneak in the house, shut the access door, then sneak back outside to his dog house and snicker about the trick he had just pulled on me. I left the door open while I write this and drink my coffee. I'm afraid if I go down there and sneeze, it will snow.
For those of you who enjoy crops and want to make a difference in the lives of teens, there will be a crop on March 8 at Youth Villages in Bartlett. Goodie boxes, lunch, access to at least six eight-foot tables of Accucutz dies and good fellowship will be the order of the day. If you are interested, please e-mail me at firstname.lastname@example.org and I'll put you in touch with the sponsors.
Hope you have a great day. Stay warm. I know I intend to.