Quiet shift at Sprout — I rang up a few customers, but mostly spent the time reading, plus an hour finishing a few jewelry pieces.
I needed a very fine drill bit to clear away the resin that had cured inside the teeny tiny holes, and I wasn’t sure my smallest bit would work — but thankfully, it did. Whew!
These are in the shop now.
I’ve been mostly focusing on putting the house and garden in order, which was sorely needed after a very harried semester — I spent most of the last two days just doing laundry. So much laundry. I’ve had a really hard time making myself do any computer-related work, or even putting pen to paper. I’ve been — I don’t know.
Maybe a little depressed, with Kevin away, helping his mom. I’ve been lonely. Maybe just a little (or a lot) burned out. I’m good as long as I’m in motion, doing stuff with my hands. Sitting and thinking, on the other hand, feels mostly very no good.
But I’m starting to feel like I might be up to writing again soon — I actually sent a pitch to a magazine for a food essay today, so wish me luck…
