Sorry it's been so long. Geesh. Not blogging makes me feel guilty. I have been doing things, though, and apparently telling no one about them. My portfolio is something I worked on all of last week. Then, at the very last minute, I accidentally threw away my InDesign file. Emptied the trash. Gone. There were many people and animals and inanimate objects to blame but none were more deserving than me. The more time I spend at a desk contemplating sentences the more neurotic I become. File names appear indistinguishable. Brutus paces. And then I trash important things. Ugh! Lesson learned. If your interested, take a look at my portfolio and let me know what you think. The work may not be new to you but it should appear that way to people who haven't seen it. At least that's the hope. 
What else. We run out of space daily in our home and had considered selling the spare bed in favor of a work table. When Ikea didn't offer a solution we took matters into our own hands. Our new work table is built atop the spare bed. Two 6.5 ft x 3 ft doors sit on top of a frame made with 2 x 3's. I think about napping under the work table almost everyday. Imagine the roof of a blanket fort but instead of flimsy blankets you have real wood. It's an impenetrable fortress where monsters will never get you. If only this was my bed when I was a kid. Barricade the side walls with stuffed animals and wrestling buddies and I guarantee that my nightmares would have been scared away.
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