I'm having a most peculiar morning. Good. But peculiar.
Monday night I came down with the nastiest flu bug I've had in years. (Why oh why do these things always strike in the middle of the night?) I knew I was sick, but it wasn't until this morning when I felt well enough to come in to the studio and make my way through the piles of accumulated stuff that I realized how out of it I was. It feels like I've been away for weeks.
I was even a little surprised to see that I had started a new lino last weekend. Hm. That's a nice yellow rectangle. I wonder what it's for.
It's good to be up and about again... and not just for the amusement of rediscovering what I was doing less than a week ago. Tomorrow I'm headed across the state to the town of Lamar, where I'll teach a field sketching workshop at the High Plains Snow Goose Festival on Saturday. Two days ago it seemed unlikely that I'd make it, but optimism is running high now. (Can you say "thank goodness I did most of the prep work before I got sick"?)
On the way back from Lamar I'll stop in Colorado Springs to take down the show at the Ruth Holley Library and in Manitou Springs to freshen up the work on display at the Green Horse Gallery. By golly, that sounds like a road trip to me!
In the meantime, there's a pile of email to answer and an intriguing box from McClain's to open. Not to mention a lovely "your press has been shipped" message to relish. Now I just have to figure out where I'm going to put it until we get a table built.
So, it's back to reconnecting with the current trajectory of my life, interspersed with some sofa-and-tea interludes. Have a great weekend, everyone... expect print and press and festival updates next week!