I am exhausted. Or, 'expahhred,' as I would say if I were a belle from the south.
I decided today to reclaim ownership of my blog and type a few things down.
Exhausted in that sort of light, giddy way, especially with the sun shining as it is and my hour of sleep in my back pocket, or rather, in my coat pocket, as the dress I am wearing today has no pockets, and I think may have been sewn experimentally, something I adore about it. It has too much fabric at the back of the neck around the zipper- easily remedied by a sweater over top- and two buttons on the front that do not match.
In class today, I learned about ceramics and earthenware- history, technique, glazes and slips, kilns, and the lot- Archaic Greek black figure pottery was made by filtering clay which contained iron and carbon and then cutting off and reintroducing oxygen while it was firing, incredibly complex- then polished my rings and bracelet with jewelers' rouge while we discussed silver.
On my walk from class to the Henry, I watched a crow toss a little slug into his mouth and gobble it down. I am generally averse to crows, I find them to be frighteningly intelligent (crow's have the ability to recognize individual people), but that slug looked.. tasty.
I think soon, though, I will be tired in the heavy, achy way that I'm almost certain you can only climb back up from after a hug and some sleep.
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