Mother got home to the Boston area after three days here in the DC area. I managed to get her safely through all the objectives that I had planned for her, and she was well-fed and well-watered and well-rested. I made sure she had goodies at all time as well as a place to sit. She met my friends and presented my deserving Webmistress with a beautiful strand of beads. Everybody she met treated her well. So she had a great time and went home happy.

Meanwhile I have at least 6 loads of laundry to do, none of it Mother's, but I didn't get to do any of mine while she was here. I have de-cluttering to do and I haven't done any art product in weeks it seems, ever since my show opened. Mother saw the show and regretted that my architectural pieces were not larger, though she did respect the technique and the precision. I sold one piece on opening night but don't know if I will sell any more, although I know that at least two of them will eventually be bought by the owners of the businesses depicted there.

I think I am relieved, I finally don't have a deadline or a Momline to deal with. I turn round and round in my overstuffed dwelling and think, what productive thing should I do first? Laundry laundry laundry. I'm still tired. I really want to get working on graphics and sequential art. Trader Joe's has me doing nothing but lettering. I want to give some stuff away, just to make room for more stuff. What should I do next? Fold the laundry. This load was all orange.

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