I must have some internal clock- I've been working roughly since 10:30, with boy-breaks and lunch breaks. Closing in on 2 o'clock, I know it's time to stop. When I'm working at home, 2:15 is school pickup time- it must be hardwired into me now. Three podcasts after I started, I have sixteen mugs drying, waiting to be trimmed and have their handles attached. Little boy played while I worked, filling butterfly cookie cutters with small balls of clay, wrapping wire about a hunk of clay, being a boy. Scattering packing peanuts around the room, being a boy. The platters and cilantro markers will have to wait until tomorrow. Yay! Progress!