It's Monday and the gallery work consumes! And tomorrow is "do the taxes" day...and the next day is more. But most days, in the evening, I can sit and spin for a bit and the terror of the economic crisis fades away and bliss returns. I might choose to spin from a lofty wild batt with slubs of raw silk and opal sparkles. Or I might choose from my treasure trove of hand dyed roving. These are the best choices for when my nerves are the most frayed. I can forget everything that worries me and drift in the zen universe of now.