The morning after

We're a little bleary here in the Center of the Universe this morning. The show reception went well, good attendance and a few sales (always good). The DM played for the admiring crowd, and much socializing ensued.

I rarely remember to take even one photo during show openings... the fact that I actually took TWO is some sort of record, I think.

Happy show visitors trying to learn the secret of linocuts.

After we closed up shop at the café, we wandered next door to the Paquette Gallery at the Steamplant for another reception (I had a piece in that show, too). Sadly, we missed the poetry reading and circus school performance, but we did get there in time for a little wine and some more munchies. Probably I would have been best served by going home to bed after that, but the DM was hungry (his fingers had been busy playing music, NOT consuming hors d'ouevres), so we went out to the local pub for something that qualified as a real meal.

Linocuts, snacks, and live music. What more could you ask for?

Ooph. This morning we're both feeling the effects of heavy food at a late hour. We're also both feeling that we might be fighting "a little something sinus-y," and hoping desperately that we're wrong. It's a grayish day here so far this morning, so maybe it's a good day to just lay low and drink lots of tea. I'm not usually very good at taking days off... but maybe if I just start with a morning off....