Firstly, who drinks a huge Long Island Iced Tea, then comes back to her laptop dying to blog but being self-restrained enough to make and enforce a No Drunk Blogging Rule, but then decides that Drunk Blog Editing is fine? Mulling over my on-the-road posts I see that, in my most poetical post, I have decided that typing the correct "there" right after the mistakenly-blogged "their" (a thing I snottily look down upon and think I'm way better than but persist in doing when I'm sleepy or giddy) but not deleting the error was a good idea. Even if I'd done a strike through to show you how loopy I was, that would have been OK. But nope, tipsy proofreader just plopped down the better word right there and called it good. Also, I left "blissed" as "blessed." I have now soberly re-edited my edit and my moon-ocean-super-baby-love post is improved.
Now I'm sinking into home life and trying to play catch up. I have so much to do but am, as usual, overwhelmed and daunted. No big... I guess I need to start with my computer issues. My poor dinosaur is running really slow and can't even load Photoshop. Bu says he needs to reinstall the OS and I need to defrag and delete the eleventy billion gigs of image files I have on my hard drive. I'm pretty stuck I guess with addressing these issues first and then digging into my art stuff.
My throat is killing me again. Started in Daytona to feel sore & swollen again. Friday will be the one month anniversary of this annoying illness or allergy attack or WTF ever it is. I hate to go to the clinic again and whine about it some more, but even if it is just allergies my OTC stuff is not working.
I did have good art news though: On the way to the beach a woman involved in my town's big arts festival called to see if she could display my motherhood pieces in a store front downtown. I explained I was out of town until right before the start of the festival, and she told me she works at the bookstore where the previous show was held and the art was being stored and could take care of everything for me. That was killer awesome. I sit on my butt in the van, talking on my cell phone and poof! I have art in the public eye. It's weirdish though, too. Those pieces are so different from what I'm working on now that they feel older than they are. Whatever. Art on display = good.