Retroactive clock-out for yesterday

I forgot to clock out last night!

Yesterday was a very interesting day. I got up extra early and had enough time to write a thoughtful journal entry after breakfast. After that, I meant to go to Rosy’s class, but started late, got stuck in absolutely horrendous construction-induced traffic on University which caused me some desperate minutes when I realized how badly I had to use the bathroom and how little chance I had of going anywhere in the next fifteen minutes or more, arrived at Precious Life twenty minutes late for class and one hour after I’d left home, found a parking space in front of the studio and was going to show up late in class anyway but had NO QUARTERS for the parking meter (this never happens! we always have tons of quarters in the car!), so gave it up and called Bright.

I ended up spending the day with Bright, first walking through Berkeley and having lunch there, then driving to El Cerrito to go to JoAnn, Bed Bath & Beyond, Trader Joe’s, and Ranch 99. I bought some groceries at the latter two, and at the former, an ironing board (the first one I’ve ever had to buy! I’ve only lived in old apartments with built-ins!), a new can of spray glue, and two pairs of fancy-ass Gingher shears (they were 30% off, so I splurged and got both regular and pinking). I got home around 4 and felt fabulously refreshed and ready to go to work. I cut more eye-pillow pieces, ironed them and folder-covering pieces, and covered many file folders with fabric (from a DesignSponge project). It was a very satisfying evening, and Erik and I spent some of it outside admiring the sunset as well (and some spectacular, random fireworks over SF!).

I don’t know whether it was the time spent walking through Berkeley and enjoying the start-of-year excitement in the air (or smiling at a lovely man at Amanda’s and being rewarded with the most friendly inviting smile, or petting Ash and finding out that the gorgeous Ember at Comic Relief is scared of my sun hat!), or spending a day with Bright (a wonderful companion and also a particularly artist-supportive friend), or surrendering to the unexpectedness of the day, or whether it was just getting new art supplies (and not skimping on the cost), but that was such a refreshing, reinvigorating day — worth hundreds of pages of analysis in making me feel better! And such a day is not to be had for any amount of planning or preparation.