Today, I managed to sit in my car on the Pennsylvania Turnpike, covering five miles in three hours. This is part of my commute to work. It is one of the aspects that I have come to loathe about an otherwise decent job. The commute. I don’t usually get stuck for three hours but the idea, some version of it occurs often. My drive is normally about an hour on normally high speed highways with lots of merges.

Over the next year, it is my goal to work on becoming unstuck. This blog is part of that.

“Stuckness” was all part of Robert Pirsig’s Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. I read that as part of an undergrad philosophy class. About that same time, I was taking a drawing class with a wonderful teacher. His piece of lasting wisdom was when you get stuck in some part of making a picture, move to another part of the page. That still works for me.

I recently resigned from a job doing food and beverage sensory evaluation and consumer research. I was there for 9 ½ years.

My husband and I also recently adopted our first two sheep, Slim and Slam. They are wethered Jacob twins. We will be using their wool for spinning yarn to be knit into warm clothing. I’ve never had pets before that gave back in quite that way.