So February was, maybe two weeks long.

Last night I took a shower. I used dove moisturizer and three kinds of soap. I felt clean. Yep clean clean clean. I put on a mud mask clipped my nails fixed my hair put on comfy clothes and got ready for the following day. Today I am covered in plaster dust again; my hands are dry and chapped. There is no use for maintenance, yet I must maintain. There is something quite life like to a lifestyle which goes neglected for three weeks, it takes off, runs away from you and ends up dying, or maybe just getting sick. The dishes pile up, the light bulbs don't get changed, the fridge non existent, so is a cooked meal. There is no energy to move the junk mail from the kitchen table to the recycle, and the recycle to the curb. The routine at home is leveled to the minute... and I am typing backwards, this is so hard to type! Anyway it’s all over and now I have to find my lifestyle again, or maybe just get back into it. And in the likely event that I am asked to install this Doug Wheeler piece in Bilbao, I'll do it all again.