Linn: what SRS said -but if you have a headache, soft music could be healing? :My son's wonderful new CD The launch party was last night on Whidbey. I was there in the spirit.

I may or may not have managed that link! The music is entirely composed by Troy. How wonderful I feel about what has come from the purchase of the $50 guitar 40 years ago! His music has sustained him through many rough years and now he is happily retired from that "day job" and a full time musician. It makes me SO happy. (He was an air traffic controller.)

I so relate to the job problems. Been there too.

Delight in Michelle's quilting!

Posted on FB the other day about Suite Francaise by Irene Nimirovsky, a page turner, novel. R is also finding it excellent reading; he generally does not do novels although he is also reading Skios by Michael Frayn - because I laughed out loud through the whole book - satire! THAT would be good for a headache!

Thursday, I managed to throw a bunch of pots and trim the ones from Weds. Went to my writer's group and back to the city with the assurance that the cellar door was closed. It was. And the place is now without water heaters everywhere; there are two in the cellar functioning!!!! Oh JOY! Hot water is a wonderful thing to have!

There is now a washer in the kitchen which makes it challenging to get into cupboards. Newer washer and dryer have not yet appeared; old ones are clutter. It will be a few days. R offered to take laundry elsewhere and do it. I could not get my head around that but now I have. When I get back to the city on Monday, I shall sort out two separate loads and entrust them to him, hoping to see them again - clean and dry. I do not want to enter the building where he will wash them.

I am in my 9th consecutive "Good" day and very solicitous of my health. I do not want to go through this last 9 months again - ever. I am coming out of the fog, waking up, wanting to get things done.

Friday, I was getting ready to come to the country "before rush hour", about 3 pm. I realized that leaving then, I would get here about 4:30, eat and then feel as though I had no time to get work done and just read until it was time to go up to the cafe. HAH! I went upstairs and worked until 5:30, threw some nice stuff, trimmed the old stuff, cleaned up and got out of the house by 6, returned books to the library and hit the road. Got to the cafe in an hour and enjoyed beautiful music. I saved 40 minutes travel time as well as joyfully getting pots made. R arrived late. We were asleep just after 11.

Quiet morning. nice omelet. warm enough in studio and I shall go there once I figure out what else today might hold. Emails are done.

I have gotten some helpful feedback from clayart group and feel uplifted, encouraged... My clay life is waking up and I looked at pics of neat pots I once made - why not again! The Paragon kiln guy wants a pic of me and my NEW/old kiln to go with the piece I wrote about acquiring it - for the company newsletter and home page! Arnold is such a sweet guy.

I am feeling life is possible. Grateful for my protective mask that makes it possible to go in iffy places. And for the humans who are understanding and supportive - even if what they understand is to let me alone when I am "like that". I recently thought a sign around my neck would be a good idea - "Beware: NOT having a good day." At the cafe. At my best, I am not very friendly after 9 pm; while others kibbitz and say long good byes, I slip out the door to get home to bed. I have been like that since very young; not to do with toxins.