Ick. Chilly rain. I’m in what I think is the ending hours of a stomach bug. At least it’s not a beautiful day outside. I’m self-destructive enough that I decided I had to make another pot of coffee. It’s a small pot, though.

I don’t know why I said ick about the rain, though. It’s perfect for my newly planted greens. I’m glad that I made the effort to get them in the ground. For once, my gardening instinct was correct!

I now have a hotel room and roommate for Art and Soul. We’ve never met, but our email conversations have convinced me that we’ll get along great. That halves my hotel expenses, and if I eat a big breakfast (free with room) and take a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter, the whole trip comes within what I’ve already saved in my “fun” savings account. That includes shopping at the supply store they set up there, as long as I don’t go too crazy. I don’t think that I will because I bought a lot of art supplies this past year. So I’m really looking forward to it.

I realized after I registered that both classes seem to include longstitch bookbinding, but I think that is actually better. It will give me more focus and the opportunity to learn different approaches to it. I don’t share my altered journals here or with anyone else, but I’ve been playing with glue and scissors for about ten months now, so it will be interesting to take it to the next level.

This weekend: taxes and cleaning. Seriously. Well, maybe a little bit of fun, if I am really getting over having to be near a bathroom. I’d like to go back to the studio and weave. I have a striped cotton warp on the loom and I’m weaving towels again. I have to justify the order I placed for variegated cotton yarn from Webs yesterday.

Someone needs to cut up my credit cards.