On being lost at a slightly inopportune time.

It's not the worst of all possible times for me to be wandering aimlessly through the creative wilderness, but I have my very first trunk show coming up one week from today and I generally do enjoy being prepared for that sort of thing.

But my hyperactive work ethic has hitchhiked to Burning Man or somewhere, so I think I'm just going to have to wing it. Which is both liberating and nauseating.