yesterday I finaly, finally got the last of my stuff from the garage at the old house. It was hell made easier by my mama, Peggy and her van and an enthusiastic hired helper from Hawaii.

The only thing left there is my kiln plug in, but I need an electrician to help me unhook that so it's gonna have to wait till I find one.

I even transplanted my favorite garden denisons-herbs and some strawberries and Sam's darling little fig tree. Now I just have to dig up the bed here so's I have somewhere to put 'em! More work, but at least this is for my NEW garden!

Gotta get a garlic bed in too, it's almost garlic planting time...

Jeez, I just got up, took a shower, braided my hair and I still feel so tired my eyes're shutting of themselves.

I've got to get my energy, health, heart and weight back somehow. All the butter in the world doesn't seem to be helping too much. Ah well, patience, I suppose... The madmoonmenstrualwantonhoremonalsurging in my bloodstream right now isn't helping much. Channel it, Zan, channel all that wild, creative power and love into your goddamn art, where it ought to be going!

Sure sign of a mad artist: Talking to yourself, and on my blog too! But hey I guess blogs were originally journals, and if I can't talk to myself in my journal where can I?

They say time heals all wounds.

I hope they know what they're talking about.