Ten thousand hours

Quote of the day: The wedding was beautiful, the bride gorgeous and the groom nervous. The service was conducted by Minerva McGonagall, now a member of the Wizengamot in her own right. The old vows took on a new meaning when said in her soft rolling burr. Harry sat on Severus’ shoulder, his tail wrapped around his neck and a constant purr echoing in his chest. It wasn’t until the bride and groom were saying goodbye to their families before leaving on their honeymoon that the cat shocked all the Muggles by morphing into a small-statured human being, who smiled shyly and kissed the bride, allowing the groom to pull him into a bone crushing hug. (Everybody Wants to be a Cat, Les Dowich)

I spent three hours in the studio Friday night and nine hours (give or take) there today. As Sandi was there with me today, I got less done than I might have if alone but did not get too badly distracted. I amazed myself with how well, suddenly it seems, that I can use my jeweler's saw. I cut dead on the line without wavering. It is scary. I cut out fours discs today--three of about 3 inches in diameter and one of four inches. I spent most of my time working on sinking them, as well as the disc I cut out the other day. They are as yet rather lumpy and unbalanced. Oh well, practice, practice, practice!

( Spit furiously from the top of the bedpost... )