A peace of writing.

Ass in the seat by eight and we leanred how to make fluffy dog ropes; I wish I was lying for effect.

It was done by 11 and things got tangled in a productive way. In two weeks we meet at the Gem show, and the guest of honor, turning a notable decade, will now be there. I did that. Am I proud? Yes, especially since she helped pull my own ass out of a jam just about exactly a year ago., and it was hard to be helped, and now I’m helping in turn.

Also, I see clearly now what needs to be done. The piles are sorted, and there are still four days ahead to be competent at the paid gig, and more importantly to be competent at finding the next one.

All that, all that. Life is hard but I’m living so it’s good.

Now I have spilt, so I’m allowed to sleep too, and I have a feeling it’s gonna be straight up roborative.