I finally slept a full night's sleep, not the restless flopping from edge to edge in the bed, trying to find a better position, trying to wake up a dead limb, or bolting up from an unrepeated bump in the night, or worse, a worry turned nightmare. No. Last night was peaceful and quiet and I actually slept until the alarm went off, despite the fact that I'd left my window open all night, an invitation to the zombies to creep in and wreak havoc. That's okay. I have a machete for that. Teddy Machete. We cuddle every night. Wow, that sounds creepy!
I have been working on a foodie project the past few days and I'm a little behind in delivery. I tried to get all fancy pants and ended up just botching the whole mess and had to begin again from scratch. Tonight I will attempt to finish off the project and then the goods will be shipped priority on Thursday (fingers, toes, and whathaveyou crossed). The problem, it appears, is timing. There is a specific amount of time required before the next step can be done, but if too much time is spent in a later phase, it causes settling and then it's a pain and sometimes impossible to finish without mutilating the end result.Cryptic, isn't it? I finally found my groove, though, after deciding to smoke out the house with Nathaniel's 'Classical Kyphi' and playing Cole Fonseca's Lazarus really loud on the boom box. They still call 'em boom boxes, don't they? Hi fi? Stereo? Gramophone? Whatever. It seems to have worked the kinks out of the process.
Anyway, I've been thinking about my friend T for a while now. Haven't spoken to her in months and I feel bad about that. I miss her voice. The problem is that I have been holding back on her, vital (in my life) information that I feel she wouldn't approve of, and I do so honor her opinion. I feel like I've grown away from who I was a few years ago and I'm not so afraid to let the 'secret' out; I'm ready to come clean and let the chips fall where they may. It can't be any worse than this avoidance.
Speaking of the pokey-ass internet shop, I have a new soap up on The Scented Djinn Etsy Apothecary, Sylvan Dreams, a recycled name but not a recycled soap. It's the balsam fir number I wrote about previously. It's really nice. I gave a few bars to my son a week or so ago and when I went to visit him he had a bar in the shower that I used -- I was impressed by my own work, will wonders never cease? I actually thought it was someone else's soap! I kept looking at it, rolling it over and over in my hand, smelling how intense and gorgeous the scent was, thinking, "Did I make this?" Turns out I did.