Back here in San Francisco, I started the week by losing my engagement ring! (Probably not a good omen) I noticed it was missing when I got to the studio.
So I walked home and back to the studio twice, looking under every car and tire. I was on my bike so I imagined the bumpy road shaking it off my finger. Crazy, I know... but I was out of my mind.
Thomas the plumber, came out and took apart the pipes, to no avail. I was resigned that it was lost forever...
Then... yesterday, three days later, Makiko was in the shower. When she noticed that the exfoliating glove made a funny new clinking sound. She said she tested it a few times before looking inside and lo and behold, eureka, voila!!! There it was!
The terrible week got "better." I got a couple of different people wanting to schedule studio visits. I put "better" in quotation marks because gallery interactions cause me acute anxiety and give me the blues. Don't know why, the art lovers can be perfectly nice and usually are.
Anyway, I don't know what will happen from that, but for now I feel... LUCKY.