Sometimes, in rooms where I find myself with some frequency, I’ll be struck by the thought that this room is all that exists and all the rest is a dream. I had that incling a lot more frequently when I was working early in hot shops and factories. I’d wake and go straight there nad work in a sleepy haze, go home, smoke weed, and do it again in the morning. Doesn’t leave a lot of room for the crystal clear, that sort of lifestyle. 

As we near the one year mark of this blog a few of the images I have in my sprawling library feel familiar the way that thought does. Maybe all there is is holiday parties and the not so busy time around them.

I’ve not had the thought of one room all that much while in the room I’ve been spending most of my time these past five weeks, my bedroom. Roby gets fed up with all the light and the hulabaloo around 5:30 or 6:00 each night, so we shut things down and go to bed for a good 12 hours. Sometimes I’ll steal away to my office or we’ll watch a movie, we watched groundhog day tonight, but mostly we sleep because we’re tired.