This must be what it's like to live in Florida. Beautiful, warm, porch sitting weather in December. I don't want the cold to come. I think it's supposed to become more winter-like later in the week. So I'm going to enjoy this while I can.
I'm reading The Fall by Albert Camus. That pronounced, al-BAIR ka-MOO. Just so you know. French. Yep. I know we call called him Albert, like Fat Albert, and Camus, like campus, but without the p, when we all read him back in the day. Back when listening to The Cure and the best thing we had to do was sit on the roof of Aaron Lee's mom's house drinking cheap wine. Oh, I don't miss those days.
Anyhow, I shipped a bunch more pots out today and even had some customers drop buy to get to pots for gifts. I am starting to feel the itch to make some things. Tomorrow I'll make a list of what that will be.
