The past couple of days have been a lot of, “So what if I’ve got a cold, I can power through! I want to finish this piece before the new moon! Bc symbolism. And stuff.” And then last night I dropped a huge ass ceramic clock edgewise onto my head, giving myself a panic attack about hemorrhages… so I’m in bed. Resting. Ah, well. Symbolism is nice and so are completed projects, but being in touch with reality is probably better.