Gah.

Or, what to do when you're out of sorts.

I'm having bank issues, as usual. Mostly, I have inability to add issues. I need a keeper. Seriously. I'm also having a mild anxiety attack this morning. Either that, or the coffee was just too strong. Yeah, I'll go with that one. Strong coffee = anxiety attack.

Caity is sick today. Rather, Caity didn't do her work as she should have, and is freaking out about it not being done on time, and that is what is upsetting her stomach. But shhhhh! Don't tell her that.

Off to the studio in a minute. I've got things to do, plants to plant, pots to throw, mice to make. And snails. Peeps love the snails. Basically, any small critter. I've got a bunch of stuff to glaze and fire, some things to refire, that sort of thing. And Fred needs to come get his fish. No, that's not code for anything. He has fish at my studio, and must come get them. Hee! They're coasters that I fired for him, that's all. Nothing fun and scandalous.
Later taters.