Today is J.C.'s artist studio tour day, as well as being a beautiful sunny day with perfect slight autumn chill. A great afternoon for wandering the streets and peering into people's homes to see their paintings, sculptures, drawings, and photographs.
Unless, like me, you're bogged down with a half-dozen project all due immediately.
Still, certain things must be done. Like this:
At the pizza place, I interrupted the chatty old guy holding up the counter to ask for a slice. The proprietor slid a slice onto a spatula and tipped it into the brick oven, while I pulled out my phone to check my mail for the few minutes it takes to heat up a slice "to go."
"blah blah blah?"
Startled, I looked up. The old man was looking expectantly at me. He had said something to me.
"You looking at the art today?"
He was just being polite. Nevertheless, there was only one way to answer that.
"No. I'm doing my laundry."