I just thought that would be a funny name for a post. It kind of sounds like the name of a doughnut.

It was five years ago today, that Sailor Jerry taught me how to pay. He made a collect wake-up call to me from Istanbul. And that’s when the well went dry. I have officially been sober for five years today. Does that blow anyone else’s mind? It sure as Hell, blows mine.

Yesterday turned out to be a bit of a lazy day. Well, compared to most of my recent days. I spent the majority of my morning emptying the gas kiln and grinding pots. After that back-aching excitement, I moved on to trimming the stuff I made on Tuesday. Was it Tuesday? The day before YESterday. Speaking of YES…

That was for you Dave.

After trimming we had a wonderfully greasy lunch of Cheese-rites and onion rings. Then it was home to tutor. Or so I thought. My student forgot about his lesson, so I twiddled my thumbs for an hour before starting work on other things. Things like cookies. I made another batch of the dark chocolate/mint/cashew cookies. I also made a batch of cherry chip/Nutella/cashew cookies that taste like breakfast cereal. Really taste like cereal. Like Capt. Crunch. It’s very weird. I don’t think that I like it. It creeps me out too much.

Also, at some point yesterday, Le Duke and I needed a photo for an email that we are sending out to our galleries. This happened at some point:

Today is another hectic day. First thing today, is a trip to the bank for Jesus. Then off to the letterpress shop to print an invitation. Then to the studio to make some stuff. Then possibly, my taxes. We’ll see if I have any energy left. Enough to deal with the IRS anyway.

Anywho, gotta run. More soon. ~SC