Missing

Usually when I sit down to blog, it’s not long before I have a furball in my lap, wanting all my attention, laying on half my keyboard, and generally forcing me to pet her. NOw I can’t seem to bother. Sure, there’s interesting stuff going on, just finished helping a visiting artist do some work at school, and my contribution is solely mine, wasn’t touched by anyone else, and received much praise. I just can’t seem to be ok sitting still at my machine for very long. There’s something missing and it makes me too sad to bother writing. I can’t do this anymore.

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