I've had the studio to myself a lot over the holidays. And I thrive on time alone. I suppose in the end I do miss my girls, (and trust I can't wait to whip them back into shape when they return next week) but for now I like to simmer around the studio, project to project. Play my Kate Bush on repeat, dance with my reflection in the empty cooler and gorge myself on spiced pecans.
Nea's a pretty good companion for this sort of afternoon. If anyone wanders by and jangles the door to see if we're around she howls like a wolf at the moon. Makes the crazy eyes at strangers peering under the half-rolled up gate.
'at a girl! toss her a nut, and go back to my tinkering.