Thanks to David "Voz's Boyfriend" Attenborough's Life of Mammals I managed to stay up late enough (3am) to finish all my Craftland tagging AND inventory AND the sketches for the Illustration Job of Inconvenient Deadlines.

PLUS I learned that ungulates (maybe it was one in particular, now I forget) on the African plains have horizontal pupils for watching the wide horizon for predators. When they lean their heads down to graze their eyeballs rotate in their sockets keeping the pupil horizontal. (I learned some other things but in my sleep-deprived state I might not remember them.)

I watched the piece about rodents like three times. I am such a dork.

I have next to nothing done for BazBiz and I have to finalize the illustrations (assuming they don't just send back my sketches and say "try again") before I leave for the BBB but I do have the whole series of The Life of Birds out from the library, so at least I've have Sir David's company while I work.

These are some of the monster ornaments I made this year. They just need to get boxed up and delivered to Westminster St. I will be so glad to cross that off my list.

I survived Crafty Bastards!

AND my friend deliciousginger is still speaking to me after all the navigating (not to mention helping me keep my left and right lanes straight on the highway) and the heat and the hipsters and the heavy lifting, so I think it can be considered a success.

Now I'm working on trying to make the fall show. It all hinges on figuring out how The Boy will get to school the following Monday. Currently I have no ideas except asking C to be late for work. That, or planning on driving all night after I pack up the car and leave the show which doesn't sound very exciting at all.

I'm still tired from the weekend. I have catch-up on orders to do today but I really just want to sit in front of my fan, eat ice cream, and watch Toshiro Mifune kick some bandits' butts. Being your own boss kind of means no days off.

I made a decent amount of money at the show but then I sat down today and wrote out bills and have only enough left to order the supplies I need to make more stuff. I'm glad some of my outstanding bills are paid but it would have been nice to have a little more extra to have fun with. I guess this is responsible adulthood or something.

What a rip-off.

Tomorrow I'm taking a bus (!) to Philly so I can hang out with the generous and chocolate-promising deliciousginger for a day before Crafty Bastards (for which the weather will be dry and pleasant and not exceed 82 degrees.)

For the most part I'm ready. I have books to finish and signs to make and I'll be doing a little hand sewing on the bus, but most everything else has been sent or packed. I decided not to take my screen-printed bags to sell, but hopefully they won't be missed.

As always, while packing my stuff, I realized how many little things I have. How many different little things. It's such an accurate snapshot of my fragmented and overactive brain. Too many little ideas that must be brought into the light. It's not a bad thing, it just means a lot to keep track of. I am, for the most part, fairly good at that. But lists help immeasurably.

Come say hi if you're planning on going to the show. And if you're not, pray for NO RAIN please.