Not a chance in hell of writing today. I have an early morning meeting at the factory. The CEO wants to speak. It makes me miserable. I can't imagine anything being said at this meeting that won't make me wince. I will look at my shoes or at the back of the head of whoever is sitting in front of me. I will try to meditate so that my face will stay a calm block of nothingness. Oy!
I don't even get to drink enough coffee.
But I will leave you with this picture. And. . . I may have better news on the gallery front coming soon. I was on the phone yesterday with someone who has raised my hopes heavenward.
Now. . . I must go before the factory whistle blows.
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