Caught Up/Wishful Thinking

You think you're in a goodd spot when all 13 sketches for David's class are painted, only awaiting to be swatched, only 7 sketches need be resketched and it is just 5:30 in the evening. Monday is falling into place. It's the rest of the week that its falling apart. Still, I'm in a better spot than anticipated, escpecially with the visitation of a migraine last night and leading into this morning. I can pretend to be sane through Tuesday night--the next big projects due arrive on Wednesday. With fingers crossed, that lovely bias dress will mostly come together after mass tonight and Lee's next play will be read. A heaven sent morning off gives me Thursday morning to attempt to translate the notes Audrey's director gave me last week. There are a few long nights yet ahead.