Wednesday, March 18, 2015

Morning Proclamations

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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