stella sitting upright on the iron floor grate, with a rush of hot air moving her fur and forcing her eyes closed as she soaks in all the warmth. edgar loudly slurping water from his bowl. the washing machine upstairs a muffled circular sound through the floor. my hair is damp on my neck and i'm eating an orange, trying to find a rhythm in today. i have an appt and a few supplies to buy before i can get to the studio. and that throws off my groove hugely. i'm happiest, rolling out of bed, into yesterday's clothes and straight to the studio. the rare times that actually happens are my best days. productive and electric with energy. yesterday i was pumping in the paper room. so many great image connections were happening. the potential is always there, it's just my job to notice the magic and put it all together. i plan to re-claim that energy today.
i believe my groove has been found. and i'll go spend an hour in the paper room before my appointment and get the supplies afterwards. thus intercepting the desperate feeling of losing the entire morning. so, off i go!
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