Thud.

Did you hear that?  That was my head hitting the desk.
Just turned in my Field Study Linen artwork for release in January.  Just turned in the very, very, very last photo for my Needleworks book for October.  Just called the Mac mothership and told them to go ahead with the repairs to my laptop after I found it closed and filled with milk at the beginning of the week, compliments of my dear, sweet, milky Roman.  (As it turns out the hard drive was not as lactose intolerant as the rest of the machine, so thankfully all was saved.)  Just decided that I will go ahead and make changes to my living room that I have been thinking about.  This was inspired by the first change taking place without my consent in the form of a 200lb mirror over the mantle snapping free from it's hanging wire, falling forward taking with it my whole collection of vintage (and otherwise favorite) yellow vases to the floor and shattering into a million pieces.  This was just about 2 minutes after I had walked in from taking my laptop to the emergency room.  That was Sunday.  That's how the week started.  Since then, I have assumed the underdog stance and plowed through my work productively + had some of the best, long, hard evening runs ever.  One in a rainstorm rife with lightning and thunder.  Was not going to wuss out.  I was waiting for  my ipod to fail, electrocute me or generally just make me more underdogish like, but it worked.  So I would like to personally thank Jack White and his mad piano and guitar for getting me through the rain and the run.

I shall now to commence to making like it's Friday, since it is Friday, and I don't plan to work through the weekend like I have for the last 9 and I will forgive myself for overscheduling my summer and I will stare at the ceiling.  With so much pleasure.

have a good weekend xoxox AM