
I did that for about three hours today and I can still feel all the grit that managed to fall in my eyes despite the goggles. It may be my imagination but I think it is working. The first floor isn't toasty, but at least the biting cold is less. The biting cold is the kind that no matter how warm the rest of you is (because of two layers of sweatpants, three shirts, wool sweater, scarf and hat), the tip of your nose, your cheeks, finger tips and toes all have frost bite. This was nice because I got into a show and had to take photographs on the first floor this evening.
The show is at Susan Hensel's Gallery in Minneapolis. It is titled Small, Smaller, Smallest, and I submitted this little book I made with four one-dollar bills and a scrap of lime green leather. You get a good idea of the size in the image at the top. It's a bit blurry, but at least that's not my fault because I wasn't shivering.

Tomorrow I must:
Lesson Plan for Tuesday
Go to Moore to pick up stuff from last week, drop of stuff for this week
make new boxes for exchanges
pack up new boxes
sand and prime living room wall
??? Other stuff I'm surely forgetting.
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