One hundred and forty seven is a good number. Now, I'm very nearly completely ignorant of numerology.
It's on the list. But I know, without a doubt, that 7 resonates with me. I don't know why and it doesn't matter, at least right now. It's tough for autodidacts--very hard not to pursue everything. One cannot pursue everything, at least, not while pursuing one's 'one thing.'
I have completely forgotten where I was going with this. Please forgive. Hey, at least I showed up.
I've been working in the studio for, um...16 hours. This isn't a thing I can do often but it's a thing that must happen sometimes.
Escape velocity--is where I make sure every poppet is on its way so that I can spend the weekend writing. Writing is the long term, which must wait patiently for the short term. Over and over and over. And, everything I do today frees a bit of swim time with the Orion.
Still, thank you so much. If you didn't collect poppets, I wouldn't be writing. Funny thing, I wouldn't be writing if it weren't for poppets.
I might be punch-drunk now. So I'll take my own advice and shut-the-hell-up.
Amongst all, I photo'd the Mini Bees, played with kitties.