It's early Friday morning. Early for me, I mean, just after 6:30. I've been up for about an hour. I dreamed about traveling last night, to China, to Mexico. I got up and fed the cats and made coffee.
Because we have so many mugs, there's always a decision to be made about which one to drink from. This morning I passed over a couple of mugs made by other potters and chose one of Dave's, one that he made during the 100 mug challenge that we did a year ago. Number 35, looks like, from what I can tell without tipping coffee out onto my keyboard. It's speckled buff clay with a shino glaze over it.
I haven't been in the studio since New Year's Day, five days ago. I know why I haven't been into the studio, I have to make a clean start of it since finishing glazing all but the dregs of my bisque. I don't want to. This is a first world problem.
This is another day.
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