1. I don’t have much time before I have to get up, but there is always a little time to read some more of my book.
1b. We hear a noise in the garden: two foxes fighting (or building up to … sexy fight) at the edge of the stream.
2. Touches of texture on smooth little pots.
2b. I try something new, a total experiment for me which I push on with even in the face of doubt from others. It works perfectly so I replicate it several times in quick succession.
2c. The moment the drying clay lifts away from the plaster mould.
2d. Slashes of yellow, flicked on with unusual confidence.
2e. When was the last time I left the studio in daylight? The lengthening days allow me to enjoy the snowy hills at sunset.
3. The cats have clearly been saving up their cuteness until I arrive home: Strange meows at me through the door then Kaufman stands on his back legs, leaning on the back of a dining chair, so he can reach up for a stroke. Tilda is nowhere to be seen at first but when I go into the bedroom, I hear a meow coming from John’s (now closed) t-shirt drawer.
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