Middle Age, Mid Week

Today in my little shed studio…

Pickles grudgingly came out with me and lay on her pillow in the sunlight.

A frame and a star hang on my wall.

My work space — silver and solder wait for me but I cannot even meet it half way today. Instead I string beads and listen to the radio.

We were out late with friends last night and, good grief, I need my bedtime routine.

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