Generalized Panic

I am trying to type this as a cat repeatedly walks in front of the computer monitor, sniffs at my breakfast, and finally lies down on the mouse…foot on the keyboard, tail flicking at me. ‘Tis the cleaning hour and I am in her way. She’s whacked me once already for trying to handle the mouse. Let’s see how far I can get before I need to mouse something. Sweet thing. Not.

Plans for the weekend? Grading shit. Prepping for school. Tracing Wonder Under. Baking cookies. Trying to finish the holiday shopping. Laundry. Groceries. Generalized panic. If I alphabetize them and go in order, I get to bake first. Then panic. Seems reasonable.

No really, I’ll start with grading because it hurts and I should get it over with, like pulling the bandaid off. Then I’ll give myself a break and do some tracing. Then there’s a holiday dinner tonight, so I should figure out what the hell I’m going to wear, because I might need to wash something black for that.

Yesterday, the kid at school who’s been driving me bonkers and says everyone hates me and I’m a horrible teacher…well, I helped him get his sticky ball off the ceiling and didn’t kill him in the process, and he hugged me. And then came by later and fist bumped me. Because just when you think you can dislike them and write them off in your head, they remind you that they act like assholes because there’s shit going on in their lives that they can’t control and you can help them with that…maybe…so yeah. Dammit.

So I came home last night with the goal of game night at the house…something different than sitting on the couch and watching television or whatever…so Settlers of Catan with the three of us (and all the animals)…

Two of us had played before, but it was a long time ago. Boychild won (of course). We’ll play again though.

This was the sky when I got home…

Probably the sunset western view was even better, but I can’t see that from my house.

I saw this on the drive home and was all excited about a snow leopard table until I realized they probably weren’t attached.

Sad really.

Dogs while gaming…this is Calli when there are no big booms from the sky.

Poor dog…Thursday night was hard for her.

Simba is kind of a dork. Please scratch my belly.

My belly is waiting for YOU.

Had to save him from that…I think Calli stayed on that couch the whole time we played the game…

I finished sewing all the bits on this…the last of the September blocks? I think?

There’s a loose monkey that goes somewhere after some of it is sewn together. Same with another hut, I think.

Then I traced, but only for about an hour. I did some grading last night too.

I’m barely in the 600s…not even halfway through. I’ve got about 7 1/2 hours into the tracing so far. In the last 7 days, I’ve worked on this quilt for 10 1/2 hours. Good to know.

I have a couple other projects coming up, one of which will fit into this one’s time space, which is fine, because it will be Winter Break by then. I’m working with a prison inmate on a piece…I picked a word (relationships) and he is making a collage/painting that is related to that and is writing me about that, and then I will get that and add to it. I can use fabric or whatever I want (I’m probably using fabric). And then I will send it back to him and he can continue it or whatever. It’s a prison art program called Project Paint. Anyway, I have no idea what I’ll be getting…but it should be interesting, and you will see it here. The original artist can donate the work to Project Paint and they can sell it to fund more materials for the program. So there’s that.

But before I can do any of that, I need to grade some stuff…so that first.

Here In My Car I Feel Safest At All*

I’m pretty sure I chatted with a computer last night. I needed to figure out why the Featured Image thing wasn’t working for WordPress any more, so I finally went into Help and Troubleshooting and What the Fuck to Do When Things That Used to Work No Longer Work, and I was chatting…well, I talked (typed) and then it went silent for a long time and then I said (typed) Hello and it said OK, yes, I’m still looking into it but I don’t think it was a human. To its credit, it did find out why it wasn’t working…my THEME had expired (does this happen?) and no longer supported Featured Image, so it then suggested new themes. I guess that’s a useful tech thing, unlike Autocorrect on the iPhone, which thinks I talk about ducks way more than I EVER talk about ducks.

So the theme has changed. I haven’t tried all the things yet. It pretty much just dropped everything I had (except the header, which I don’t have, because I didn’t make it) into the new theme and made it fit. Hopefully it works. If not, the computer wants me to come back and chat again. (It didn’t give me a name. Those chat things always tell you their name. So it was a computer.)

Last night was full of anxious animals and lots of rain and thunder for a short period of time. I don’t know if that jacket helps, but the boychild puts them on the dogs anyway.

I had a quilt meeting last night, but I waited about ten minutes, because getting into a big metal box of a car while a thunderstorm goes overhead is a little nerve-wracking. The plan was to make bees wax food wraps. I have some already, so I didn’t bring a lot (unlike some)…

It certainly wasn’t hard to do…

There’s about a million websites that will show you how.

We measured nothing, by the way.

Different than our usual night…but kind of cool on a rainy Thursday after a long day at work.

I also worked a bit on this. Trying to get that horned thing sewn down. Not crucial. Just relaxing.

Straight up, the rest of the day/evening was not so relaxing, so I needed what I could get. I also stress-baked. And freaked out about next week, not being able to eat nuts or seeds or popcorn or vegetable skins. Colonoscopy prep sucks. I can eat lots of white foods. Eh.

My quilt teacher made these cute little knitted bags for soap slivers, so you can use them up. Very cool.

I did trace Wonder Under eventually, for about 30 whole minutes. I finished the 60 pieces or so of things that are attached to Figure 2. Tonight, I can start on Figure 3. I also need to grade things. Lots of things. Blah.

I forgot to photograph last night, and the windows are all foggy, but there was a beautiful sunrise this morning.

My light table has a good view…behind it.

OK, weird day at school with professional development that isn’t actually professional development. Whatever. I might be able to get some work done. If I’m lucky. But I have to remember to grab all the stuff in my classroom that I’ll need in order to do it. Rolling my eyes at this.

One more week and then a break. I totally need it.

*Gary Numan, Cars

In My Life I’ve Loved Them All *

So that plan I had to go to bed at a reasonable hour last night? Somehow, the 45 minutes between 11:15 PM, when it was too early to go to bed, and midnight, when I should have already been in bed, did not register in my brain. I kept tracing, time kept ticking, and I went to bed late again. Because I had to take both dogs out (in the wet…) and close everything up, turn the lights out, take insulin, brush my teeth, reset my alarm even earlier this morning (earlier meeting), and then it’s well past midnight and I can’t fall asleep, because the to-do list is knocking on my brain. I did grade PART of an assignment last night, only part…if I’d done the whole thing, I wouldn’t have had time to trace anything. Earlier in the evening, I was prepping stuff for next week, creating worksheets from scratch (aargh, so time-consuming) and sending them to print shop and trying to figure out the warmup for next week…because however many meetings I have this week (7), I have a similar number next week, and they’re all longer. I don’t want to go into Winter Break with a huge pile of work to do. Although I won’t have a choice, I think.

So I know I need to spend SOME time making art every night, no matter how tired I feel, because it makes me feel somewhat less stressed and like there’s something in life besides trying to manage my job. I went to bed with the face of the one kid who completely shut down in class yesterday, because I don’t know what his issue was, but I couldn’t get him to work, and usually he’ll at least try, but no, not even with a pencil (and I think he kept my Think Pretty Thoughts pencil, dammit).

Today is a new day. They always are, aren’t they? More rain here…not sure we need it all in two days, but hey, it’s water, right? So I didn’t trace for long, and it’s not very exciting to look at unless you’re me…Figure 2 does have bigger pieces than Figure 1 (logical…the person is bigger too)…

And I tried to limit (ha!) the detail as the pieces got bigger. Otherwise, this thing would easily have gone over 2000 pieces. I do need to actually finish it.

I’m on the third yard of Wonder Under. The one on the right is mostly full, the middle one is almost all full, and one I’ve barely started.

I traced for about an hour and a half. I’m in the mid-400s. I finished all of Figure 2, but not all the stuff that’s touching her (tree, bird, vine). I have a meeting tonight, but I’ll still trace afterwards. I want to finish grading the assignment I was working on yesterday at some point today, but maybe I can get that done in class today. This unit has been really bad for giving us time to work on stuff in class. I spent most of yesterday showing kids how the plate boundary that goes through Iceland works. I still have a bunch of kids who think that earthquakes make tectonic plates move (you can blame the shitty simulation for being vague about that). Things that are logical to adults are rarely as logical for kids.

Anyway. It’s survival mode until Winter Break. If I can get them through the next week and have them turn in the unit, we’re leaving this curriculum behind and going back to hands-on, creative, variety, and interest. Plus some down time for teacher. Less of my having to tell them things and more of their figuring it out. They learn better that way anyway. I’m looking forward to that. It’s amazing how much HOW I teach affects my mood.

*The Beatles, In My Life

But Not a Word I Heard Could I Relate*

I have this calendar announcement that pops up once a month that is obviously from an ancient online calendar that I can’t access to delete the announcement. It’s Untitled. It has no announcement except that it is Untitled. So every month, I close it or snooze it, depending on how I’m feeling, and wonder if the month I die, that untitled announcement will still pop up, and if the month after I die, what will happen with that announcement. Will it still pop up somewhere? I mean, it’s gotta be years old and who knows where it’s hiding, but I can’t find it and so it will never ever go away for good.

That’s kind of how all of life seems right now. Laughs hysterically. Too many things to do, as always. I need stuff done for school that I have to get copied for next week…like 3 different worksheets or assignments or something. I need all the stuff prepped for at least the first week of January, so they can get copied in time. I have been backwards planning and the first 8 days back are still blank. Blank is nice. Blank will be good. It’s because I can’t possibly fit all the things I should be teaching into that space, so I have to figure out how to logically place all the things they absolutely need to get through the rest of the units I know we’re teaching, and my brain is just not engaging with that yet, because it’s still panicking about next week. And with multiple meetings each day, I’m not catching up.

Here’s an example of how I cope:

Yes. I’m at the gym. On an elliptical. Grading the last two questions of the assessment they did Monday. I finished! I’m excited about that actually. On my phone, I had the rubric, so if I wasn’t sure what score a kid should get, I could quick look at it again. While listening to Linkin Park. So there.

But I got to the gym late (tutoring after school) and so then I ate dinner late and started doing other stuff late, and then because everything was late, I stayed up too late, and now I’m feeling that.

I already called my online pharmacy (they called yesterday, but they keep East Coast hours). They’ve discontinued the little stabby things I use in my diabetes kit, so I need a new device for the new stabby things, which are just like the old ones, but of course, a slightly different size and design that won’t work in the new device. Assholes. Diabetes is expensive and complicated and annoying.

I have to admit to lolling on the couch for 15 minutes before I started tracing. Kitten came by and was trying to figure out how to sit on this, but the drawing is huge and she was nervous about finding the table underneath.

Also, no one can sit on the couch while I’m doing this (not true…I have my ways).

She finally settled for this position. In case you were wondering, yes…yes, she IS sitting on the edge of the drawing so I can’t move it.

Because she is a cat.

This stage is never very photogenic. It’s just days and days of this. I find it meditative, but that’s me.

I’m watching Killing Eve (thanks to whomever suggested it…it finally popped up somewhere I could watch it for free). It seems appropriate to my holiday, last-two-weeks-before-break-middle-school-teacher-mode brain. This week is going…it’s managed. Next week will be crazy time. I should get all my shopping and wrapping done this week, if I’m smart. HA! Not smart.

Anyway, I have 4 hours into the tracing and I’m at 330 or so. I’m on the 2nd figure…I’ve finished one arm, most of the other, and the torso up until whatever arm is covering it. So head and neck and shoulders left on this one, plus the stuff that’s touching it. I have a ton of stuff after school today (including negotiating a new tester for the pokey stabby things?), but the goal is to be tracing sometime late tonight, plus going to bed a little earlier than last night? That would be a good plan. I really wasn’t watching the clock last night. My bad.

*Led Zeppelin, Kashmir

Another Page in Your Diary*

I fell asleep last night trying to organize today’s school assignment in my head, trying to figure out who gets what and how, and how I will manage the different groups, and whether I’ll have enough copies, and whether they’ll come in time, and holy crap, even sleep is not sacrosanct. I guess I should know that by now. And I still don’t have it all figured out in my head this morning…but I know what I need to do if I can’t get it all done. It will work out somehow.

I’m looking forward to teaching stuff I have more control over…notionally. Not stuff where I’m trying to do the same thing an online system does, but without the online supports. January. It’s coming. What’s also coming? Rainy times. Not the end of times (although it may feel that way after another inch and a half of rain in drought-struck California…Rainy Times.

(did someone forget a word?). Speaking of droughty California, I came home yesterday to a neighbor who had a raging bonfire in their backyard, smoke barreling off into the sky, sparks flying up. So first of all, where are you from that you don’t know better than that in fire territory? Plus pollution? And laws? A nice little firepit when we’re not in fire season is fine…a bonfire that reaches to your neighbor’s second story? Dumbassery. Yes, I called the sheriff, who put me on to the fire department. I hope they fined their asses. Seriously stupid. Lots of wood around here and it just takes one spark. People don’t think.

Two meetings after school yesterday. I drew through the first one. It’s random stuff.

No logic at all to it.

Then I came home and numbered the rest of the heads. Not bad, actually…

I didn’t hit 2000. That’s good. A nice big solid piece to work on during the holidays. It’ll be my first 2019 finish, knock on wood.

After dinner, while finishing up the last episode of Castle Rock, I worked on sewing wooly bits down.

October blocks? I think.

And then I started tracing. I worked for a couple of hours, I think. I’m in the 100s, around 175, I think. The first figure is almost done. She needs a head and a tea cup or something.

She’s the tiniest one in there. Fussy little finger bits. I’m going to be doing this for a while…it’s very meditative, so I’m OK with that. I might be done sometime next week…although there are some bitchy meeting days next week. I think there are three days with 2-hour meetings. UGH.

This is what about 175 pieces looks like.

Not much. That’s about a yard of Wonder Under.

And that’s a sleepy puppy.

And a sleepy eyeball of a cat…

Tonight I’m hoping to add the gym to the mix, so maybe not as much tracing. We’ll see.

*Yazoo, Nobody’s Diary

Stuff Art in the Cracks

Rough night. Something stung my toe and it hurt. Or bit it. Or whatever’d it. And then whatever my innards are doing in response to the diabetes meds…doctor appointment on Thursday. If I can get there on time. Crazy hours that day. I don’t feel right. That’s always nerve-wracking. But teaching today should be easy, so I can grade and I don’t have to feel awesome. I just have to get it all done. ALL OF IT. Yeah right. I already had one group try to turn in their project even though I haven’t given them all of the instructions. Like CHILLAX you sweet little things. You’re doing it wrong. You don’t need to panic yet.

One of the things with diabetes is that they want you to be stress free. I get all these emails and mailers from the insurance company and the doctor’s office about how to reduce stress, but my doctor actually laughed at one point and said I’d have to quit my job and that would be stressful in itself. So there’s that. I’m not sure when I will hit “less stress” for work, but it isn’t going to be this week or next. I am just trying to stay as much in control of it as I can. Exercise, take breaks, stuff art in the cracks. As part of that, I try to go do something interesting or fun on Saturday nights. We went to see the Skull Art Show at La Bodega Gallery…kind of a manufactured thing because they all start with the same skull, but some of them were interesting enough…

Huichol bead technique always makes a statement…this is Jose Lopez…

Interesting composition…Franky Agostino…

Reminds me of my students when I ask where their late work is…Cesar Castaneda…

One of my favorite artists at La Bodega, Evgeniya Golik…

And the always intriguing Optimus Volts…

Maira Meza with her lilies…

Another interesting compilation of things, Renee Tay…

And I really should have taken a better picture of the side of this…Mary Juhn.

Then we ventured out to a new place for dinner. It was strange, but the food was good. Not many choices in the drinks arena, but all the caps were outside.

Nailed to the railing.

Came home and finished trimming all the Wonder Under…it was something over 7 hours or so total.

Then Sunday evening, after my fiber-art-group meeting, I was grading again…all the late work. Simba was very helpful…

As was Satchemo…

OK, he woke up, but mostly because he wanted me to take him out to pee.

Which I did. I finished the butterfly in the car on the way to and from the meeting…

So that’s July finally done, on to August…which are the three unembellished blocks on here…

Next in line.

So then I went to sort all those pieces. I don’t throw out the trash pile until I sift through it, which is good, because I found this piece…

And then I laid out all the bins…

And spent about 40 minutes sorting pieces by the 100s.

The last step? Coming into the office and cleaning up…putting all the fabrics away from the last quilt…hanging up the new drawing.

Now I’m ready to iron tonight. Looking forward to it. But before that, I have to take my achy body to school and get all the things done.

I’m Useless but Not for Long*

I woke up this morning, having slept through lots of noises and daylight arriving and I feel like I didn’t move all night, I was so tired, I must have been like a block of sleepy concrete that weighed down the bed and refused to let pillows and blankets move, until the first dog whined, and then it was awake time.

Quilts=Art=Quilts opens today and I have a piece in it…this is You Pollute Me…

It’s actually not a very big piece…just long.

I’m grading Unit 2…lots of them. I didn’t actually bring them home, because I have three days next week, maybe four, when the kids are supposed to be working on stuff independently (ha!), so I should be able to grade them in time at school. That’s my goal anyway.

We’ll see what reality looks like, won’t we.

Last night was tiring. But I got the field trip permission slips all trimmed, checked, and double-checked, so I know who’s going and who’s not. I started a spreadsheet for the chaperones as well…and I did seating charts for Monday for the project week, which will drive me nuts, but they do have work to do, so hopefully they won’t be total assholes about being with their friend. I’m always boggled by certain groups…when a fairly high-level girl agrees to work with a boy who does NOTHING. Sigh. Oh well. They don’t always get to pick their groups, so I guess I’ll balance it out. Put all the lazy non-workers together next time.

But the dogs last night…this was after I came back from watching the band play. Calli heard fireworks before I left and it was still upsetting her. The other two just wanted closeness, I guess.

That’s Calli’s nervous face. At this point, the fireworks happened three hours ago, but she was still panting and breathing hard about it…

And here she is with her head on my leg. Yes, I petted her lots. I told her she was a good girl and it was OK. It just doesn’t seem to help any more. Oh yeah, and here I am cutting out yard 4 of Wonder Under…

Four yards in, one to go…

Hopefully that gets done today…along with the humongous pile of other things that need doing, which are giving me palpitations at the moment: grade one assignment, start looking at the next unit which we’ve never taught before because I’m going to be gone for two days in the beginning of it so I have to leave something they can actually do with a guest teacher, plus find and sew on D-rings for a quilt that has to be delivered next week, and do another blogpost for the fiber art group I’m in, plus laundry and deal with compost bins and vacuuming and cleaning floors and groceries and cleaning up in here so I can start ironing, because if I don’t start ironing soon I’m not going to get this quilt done in time.

Deep breath. Maybe more than one. I’m overwhelmed. I know that. What my brain and body really need is a 7-mile hike today. And I’m not going to get that.

So I did go watch the man play disco, of all things, last night. Not their genre. And I drew this…

Definitely influenced by the music. I’ve been to this venue, crashing this same party, at least three years in a row, and I recognize the wait staff and one of them waved at me. I’m amused. Anyway. There’s art. I did do art. I did school. I slept. I’m going to make a list and conquer its ass. And then hopefully get some down time. Get out of the house time. Maybe some exercise. Definitely dinner out with that guy I’m barely going to see in the first two weeks of November. Yeah. That.

*Gorillaz, Clint Eastwood

Fearless on my Breath*

My head is fluffy, like the pillow I’d like it still to be laying upon. Inside it’s like clouds, those puffy white ones that look like animals and then turn into vampires. Or cannons. Seriously, I always see cannons…or spaceships, but those are a particular type of cloud. I remember that. I’m sure by the time 9 AM rolls around, some of the fluff will have cleared and I’ll have more space in there for coherent thoughts. It’s a good thing I can get up, check my blood sugar, take a shower, get dressed, feed the animals, make lunch and tea and sometimes breakfast, and sit down in here without any noticeable ability to grab an intelligible thought from my brain. This stuff I write just spills out…it’s right at the edge of my brain and wriggles into my fingers, pushing keys, hey did I tell you I finally got a new keyboard? You can actually see the letters on it. What a concept.

See. My brain just got away from me there.

Interesting segue (not Segway) into one of the things I did last night…which was to see Nick Cave (the sculptural/performance artist, not the Bad Seed)…

He’s looking perturbed by some of the crazy stuff the PBS commentator guy is saying. But also…Nick, I love your stuff, but you aren’t always coherent about your place in the world. Then again, PBS guy wouldn’t shut up. It was still cool to see and hear him…the best parts are when he would describe how he did something or when he would talk about why he was doing it. As artists, we are often called upon to explain our work, and it’s not always explicable. Or it’s private enough that we put it out there and let you interpret it, but we’re not dumping the real story out there. As one of my artist friends said, if I could put it in words, I would have…but I can’t, so I use art.

I came home and graded (oh yes), and then cut another yard out…

At least this part is semi-relaxing at the moment.

Katie is so needy some nights. The other dogs were gone, so she followed me everywhere.

Blurry night dog. She’s lying behind my chair right now. Like RIGHT BEHIND it so I can’t get out.

So this is what 3 yards of cut-up Wonder Under looks like. Slightly bigger pile than 2 yards. Hopefully after tonight it will be 4 yards, although I have a show to go watch…but late, so I should be able to sneak an hour and a half of cutting stuff out into my evening. And more grading, of course.

I really want to be ironing on Saturday, but I’m not sure that’s an option. I need to get the last two yards cut out…that’s about 3 hours. I need to grade at least one major assignment…that’s another 2 hours. Plus I need to clean up from the last quilt, put all the fabrics away, so that’s another hour. Huh. Sigh. Busy day. Don’t even think about vacuuming, mopping, washing bedding, all that crap. The compost pile. All that crap.

I did buy background fabric the other day, plus I bought these to add to the stash…

Here’s the two choices for the background. I think it has to be the one on the left, just because of how busy the quilt is and what needs to go on there, but it’s OK…I’ll use the one on the right for something.

There’s always something. It was too nice to leave behind.

Today in class, the kids are researching stuff. The hope is that they are self-sufficient enough that I can grade Unit 2 before report cards go home. In the past, this has worked. The last two years have not. Sometimes I sit with a kid or table that is off task…it’s amazing how much work they get done when I’m sitting next to them, doing my own work. I guess I’m a role model at that moment. An old scary role model who is sitting next to them. As long as I can get through at least one class worth of the units, I’m not sure I care.

*Massive Attack, Teardrop

Today is About Stuff

I feel so uninteresting lately. Every day I grade, I do some variation of eating, cooking, or cleaning, or all of the above. I teach things and mostly those days are not horrendous unless I have to carry 12 trays of sand in and out of the room 10 times. I do some art-related thing, which right now is boring to watch and semi-boring to do, mostly because I can’t find anything to watch that I really WANT to watch while I’m doing this semi-boring thing, which is sad in itself. Our ability to binge watch things and the media companies’ ability to regulate what we can see when has meant there are fewer things to watch? Or fewer things that are left that I want to watch? I don’t know. I started one the other night that was not in English. I can’t cut things out or grade stuff while watching captions, so that was out. I watched 7 episodes of Grace and Frankie before I got annoyed. I’m not really a comedy person. I like a good drama. I made it through 1 3/4 episodes of Daredevil before the sound of punch punch punch started to just annoy me beyond belief. And one episode of Midsomer Murders…too pat, too obvious, too old-school British. I love things like Prime Suspect or Sherlock, but Midsomer is too perfect.

So I haven’t found the perfect show for cutting out Wonder Under yet. It’s been a bit of a slog, working on it after I finish grading…not starting until 10:30 PM or so. I have two of the five yards cut out at this point. Yesterday was so exciting that I only took one photo…

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That is what two yards of cut-up pieces looks like: not much. This is going much slower than I thought it would. I have a thing to go to tonight and tomorrow night, so I guess I probably won’t be cut out by the weekend. That said, I did go to the fabric store yesterday to get the background fabric so I will be ready to go when I am done. Because next week is a mess. And when I got to the fabric store, the girlchild called…from a fabric store! Be still my beating heart. Ah yes, for a Halloween costume. This fabric or that fabric? Facetime colors things weird. Anyway. We both bought stuff. In different states. A bonding moment.

OK, teaching stuff and then watching/listening to hopefully cool stuff and then more cutting out of stuff. Today is about stuff.

No One Can Find the Rewind Button*

Well, this will need to be quick…been juggling stuff all morning without nearly enough caffeine in me to face the world and now I’m just plain running out of time.

I wasn’t really motivated to work on anything last night, but I did anyway. One more school assignment out of the way…one where I question the sanity of it every single time, but whatever. We sometimes do what’s best for the kids, even though it makes our heads hurt. I found an easier way this time, faster, so I got through it.

I did come home to the giant pile of branches that used to be here all cut up and gone, so now I can call the tree guy…before giant ass branches start to fall. It’s OK…storm season is late here.

Apparently the boychild and my ex took care of that. Nice.

Satchemo has a new hiding spot right in the middle of the kitchen. If there’s a padded lunch bag anywhere around, he’s lying on it…

Compost or not.

I did cut things out for over an hour. It’s just really boring to look at the pile growing. But there it is!

I wasn’t in the mood. Trying to find something really good to watch to motivate me, but having a hard time of it. I need a really good sci fi show with 12 seasons I can binge watch, but that I haven’t seen before. Yeah. Right.

Look! He moved onto my sweater.

You wonder why I’m always covered in pet fur.

OK, off to work. I’m late and nothing is done. As always. More cutting out of things tonight.

*Anna Nalick, Breathe (2 AM)