Work is being done, the good work, but I am still without a studio space, either external from the home, or functional internal to the home. The situation still weighs on me, almost daily. I need to presoak shirts, man. But apparently not badly enough to figure out how to make it happen at home. At least at the same time as everything else. Partially this is a physical issue, in terms of the quantity of stuff per cubic feet of available space, and the type and amount of work that can be performed as a result of that ratio.

One would assume blogging is immune to this physical issue, but alas!, all tasks tie together like your earbud cord that you just shoved in your bag this morning and now that you want to drown out the other commuters on the train, please make them stop, but it is in a hopeless tangle! And by you I mean me.