An Arkansas triangle.

Today’s theme is: Portrait.

I don’t know about you, but I need this weekend.

It was nice to not paint or haul stuff all weekend. Granted, I did some of that, but not all weekend.

Instead I made books. I also gained a metric fuckload of respect for people who bind books in leather and at the same time I learned that I don’t ever want to personally bind books in leather. Some lessons you just have to learn by doing them. I covered a board in leather. I’m stopping there. I’ll stick to paper and cloth, thanks.

Saturday night, after an all day workshop and an evening full of moving my crap, I really wished my bed was moved to the new house…

February 25

But it’s not. Even if it was, I couldn’t have slept in it since I’m house sitting.

Sunday, after an all day workshop and nachos, I came by Holliday Island v2.2 to hang with the cats for a while since I’ve been gone so much this weekend…

February 26

I had a moment where I realized that I’ll never sleep in that house again because I’m still house sitting until the 28th and I have to be moved out by the first. There was a moment, barely the size of a sigh, when I was sad. Then, I remembered that I don’t have time for that bullshit. There’s still a shitload of stuff to move and then a very long list of stuff to do at the other house. No time for love, Dr. Jones.

And on that note, I have to get to work.

I’m planning on getting everything but my bed and the cats moved over to the new house today. Tomorrow is it. The final move.

Wish me luck.

See ya’ tomorrow.

More soon. ~SC