Thank you so much for all of the comments last week. What I love so much about all of the things you had to say is that your words become a part of the project for me, forever after. That context and all of the things I learn from it, every day, mean so much to me. I am so lucky for that. Thank you for that.
This morning there are two kitterses waiting for me in my office. One is actually in a sitting position and not lying down with every inch of her body covering the heating vent (can you see that little brown rectangle, just to her right?), which is sort of a miracle. It must mean that the heat just finished being on. Violet is the most accurate thermostat you can imagine. I swear that when the temperature drops to a fraction of a degree just before the furnace kicks on, she knows, and heads right for the vent. She gets to the vent and positions herself over it, covering every possible blow-hole with her body. She becomes a rectangle. Within a minute or two, the furnace starts up; within another minute or two, air starts to (try to) come out of the vent in the studio floor. The hot air starts blowing out of the vent; I can see it ruffling her fur from beneath, trying to get out and actually warm the room, and not just the cat. But it cannot. She has mastered the art of sealing off almost every possible route of escape. The studio, naturally, is FREEZING. Freezing. It's a freezing cold room with one very hot, happy cat.
I feel so behind — I have a lot of work to do. I have really been goofing off this winter, and that's starting to catch up with me. I'm going to try to buckle down this week and get some things done. I think that would be nice!