Wake up!

Yeah, my mood's busted, for sure. This latest assault from the Happiness Police has me spitting useless invective and grinding my teeth. I hope they're happy.

So I needed a cite for an article I had published back in the day, because it would be a relevant addition to the resume for a job app I wanted to submit. Google will turn that up, right? Or some other online searchbeast will, right? Yeah, right.

The quilt top is pieced together. It fits the bed just about as expected. Time to think about the batting & backing and how to do the quilting

The ad on Craigslist called this trailer a teardrop. The photo posted with it made clear that that was not the case, but it's clearly a cozy-sized vintage eminently towable little thing. Cute even, or so it seemed from the ad. So I took an hour's drive past the ruins of mining days casually decaying to see the thing in Central City.

After the long break for the work/fun trip to SF (whee!!) I'm thinking about a more "gathered" less scattered pattern of quarter-circles in my quilt background. I still don't want to just orient them all the same so it's a plain old pattern, but the self-consciously random arrangement had an overly jangly feel for me. So here I'm looking for a calmer but still free-form arrangement. Not sure whether or not I'm there yet.

So I have this feeling. There's bunches of stuff to say -- blurts to blurt, stories to tell, mushy emotions to express, triumphs to celebrate, and so on. None of it seems to want particularly to be expressed.

Cow? What cow?

I'm pretty happy.