Titles are overrated anyway
The next time you catch me gloating about how good life is, smack me with something large and blunt. I should know by now that's just asking for it.
I've been listening to "Sea Change" by Beck on indefinite repeat for the last few days, that should give the appropriate impression of my current state. Needless to say, all is not quiet on the homefront.
Plus, my grandmother had emergency surgery about a week ago and hasn't fully succeeded in waking up, even though they're not sedating her in any way. That does not make us feel good.
I have yet to lose a member of my family, which, considering it's size and complexity, is quite amazing after a quarter of a century, if you ask me. I'm worried, because when it rains, it generally pours, and I think I just felt a drop.
I cut out of Art History early today, we had a visiting artist slide lecture/gallery talk and I just couldn't take being in the dark with my thoughts for that long. Now I'm off on an attempt to enjoy a few minutes of sunshine before I slave in the hot shop all night. Love to everyone.