Dreamt of a fun fair with poetry

Yesterday we went to open studio and glazed all the things! Six small
bowls. Three medium bowls. Five pitchers. One candy dish. One flower pot.
The ornaments from Sunday had been fired, and while we left most of them to
go on the tree in the Braddock library we took four to bring to CT: the
relief image of our house, one of the mishima owls, a star without a hole,
and a star-within-a-star.

I finished the tiny hem on the petticoat.

P drove me to therapy and back. Therapy was good; I’m exhausted and ready
for vacation.

Dinner was a struggle with panic attacks. I did manage to get some chips
later.

Crossword, and then we watched another gbbo holiday episode. I finished the
body of the owl I’ve been knitting, stuffed him, and sewed him shut. He
needs a face and then he’ll be ready to give to M’s A. He is very smol and
fat and adorable.