Daudle and Slow Train of Thought

This week has been a blur. Like time shifting, going past infinitely slowly, but incredibly fast. So far this week in the day job I've worked four twelve hour days. Not including a week ago, when the entire twelve hours of the Saturday were worked, like running on a treadmill going as quickly as possible, but arriving nowhere new.

So needless to say, I haven't been in the studio until today. And I haven't been very productive today yet. But there's always some time tonight, and hopefully all day tomorrow.

I did get the Artfest roller bag of supplies into the studio basement so I can start unpacking my tools. And I did get some posts lined up on the blog I created to commemorate the Artfest experience, keeping the excitement and the learning active and fresh. I hope tomorrow I'll be rested, energized and back in the creative groove. I have orders to make up and ship, and I have ideas to explore.


The only thing missing has been the time. Like time in a bottle, I wish I could save it, store it or grow it somehow; but it feels more like the sands of time in the hourglass, slipping away.