Spring has finally sprung here in the northeast, but I’m not sure any of us quite believe it. It could still be a snowy 10 degrees tomorrow. Twenty years in New England has taught me that.
Which is why I haven’t really done anything about the fact that my new studio did not come with screens for the windows.
I’m still opening them, mind you. And that little voice in the back of my head has been telling me that, at night while I’m sleeping, a bat could easily fly through and nest in my hair.
Only it wasn’t a bat. It was a little bird.