Though I had (HAVE!!!) the best of intentions about getting into the studio this year, it hasn’t happened yet. Though I decided not to go to a township meeting last night – that I really should have attended – in order to make one last-ditch effort to get something new going so that I could present it (“even just the bare, embryonic beginnings,” I told myself “…no matter how rough or amateurish…something NEW!”) today…still nothing. By the time I got home from work, walked the dogs in the freezing cold, made soup to pack for my lunch, fed the dogs and made my own dinner, I was losing hope. I still had dishes to do. I was tired. I wanted a bath. So….nothing new. Not yet.