Luckily she stopped eating before it became an issue, but come on?! The ‘rest of the story’ is that Sandy owned a bookstore that didn’t close until 10pm and frequently worked alone. I had picked up dinner on the way to meet her and she closed the shop early to make it to the Blues club, but we were still running late.

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Still not exactly where I want to be art-wise, but I’m much happier with this than last Tuesday, that’s for sure. Still getting over the cold and bronchitis 1-2 punch and just figured I’d force-march my way through the artistic weirdness at the same time! Back on Thursday!