Fido at 2:30 on a Wednesday? Cup of coffee and time for some relaxed, non-rushed sketching? Actual, vacant brain space? The lively bustle of all of these freelancing idiots of Nashville? The promise of a leisurely morning in bed tomorrow? The fact that I might actually make my pot of coffee, pour a cup, and then spend the morning on the deck with my plants?! This is not my life. Oh, but it is.
