Today is a quiet day. A day to just be. No plans, other than to let the injection do what it needs to do. A day to let concerns go. A day to pick up needle and thread, sit by the window where the light is better. To listen to music. To still my mind. To stop fussing. Because I have done what I can, and if Iรขโฌ™ve forgotten anything I will have to wing it.
Soon enough it will be time for focus and busy. Time to order my thoughts. Think of everything I can. To present the information as best I can.
To reduce camera changes we will record out of sequence, and, more challenging yet, both topics interleaved. Hopefully by Monday the brain fog will have lifted so I can pull this off.
Iรขโฌ™m no stranger to teaching weaving รขโฌหout of orderรขโฌ™ but this is the first time for doing two topics at once, so to speak. But Iรขโฌ™ve mostly only ever had live audiences. Taping like this is going to require my complete brain power. Challenging? Oh my, yes!
Fortunately both Felicia and Greta are weavers because Iรขโฌ™m going to be relying on them to let me know if Iรขโฌ™ve said what needs to be said. Or we do a re-take. And keep doing re-takes until they are satisfied.
The weather here is quite lovely and if it werenรขโฌ™t for Covid and my feet, I wouldnรขโฌ™t mind going somewhere doing something. But the classes are my primary concern, so I will sit in the hotel room. Hem. Nap. Rest.
And justรขโฌยฆbe.