So long since I last posted,
weeks of 17 hour workdays,
a week sick,
It all seems a tangle of dead branches,
so many directions none taking root
with some moments
my head feels like it has been lopped off a the top
and my capacity for thougth scooped out.
Only a week until this school year is out.
Only a week until the first pottery sale of the summer
Only a week plus a couple days until I head out to Arlington for five weeks of Photo and Video
(actually my first assignment is this weekend shooting the lobster feast.)
I don't feel ready.
I'd like to just sit around and chew my cud for a while.
Regurgitate old dreams and digest them for a while, but I guess that is not going to happen.
What new meals await. Pastures green and lush
Oh boy Am I tired.
