What a blissful day.
A little Neil Young, Laura Gibson and Alela Diane on the pandora. A little patchouli.
A return to the studio. Roma sweetened with some peruvian honey. The smell of that old familiar gamsol filling my nostrils again.
A month is too long to be away. I am well on my way down the road to recovery: recovery from a maddening finish last quarter at school, immediately tearing the house apart to lay down a new floor in the living room and hallway, a week of chaos, then packing and off to Peru.
I have a breath now, and a sweet one it is. The children are playing peacefully with each other, no doubt they are pretending they have real animals to care for.
Now some Johnny Cash, and back to the studio.