Please be advised-- as I gaze about my apartment this morning with a chill, gray mist outside and piles of papers, sweaters, half-empty mugs of tea, pens, folders and boxes upon boxes, dogs mewling at me (deservedly so as we have had no big walks together this week) -- it bears very little resemblance to this: Elizabeth's Urban Artist Retreat.
I am deep in the mail bags of processing registrations which explains why I found it so impossible to move forward last weekend thinking about what this week could be like-- I believe they call that "flashback terror."
No, surely I kid-- surely.
It's all good-- Michelle is here, Kat came through with giggles, lunch and good cheer AND, a bouquet of fresh fruit with chocolate strawberries arrived yesterday from this pretty lady.
Wow-- what a life. But for all of you who don't like my dedicated pursuit of the positive (and yes, you have made your presence known, ahem) there are any number of challenges in this work that can make me sit and hold my head while my dogs lick my face.
Happily, eating chocolate-covered strawberries is one of the perks.
More on the other side--