I’m sitting on a couch at the Devi Tea Lounge in Brooklyn. It’s a great little bar/teashop full of couches, newspapers, ceiling fans, overstuffed lounge-chairs, and laptops by the dozen. I showed up at my sister’s place around nine-thirty and promptly took a nap; now I’m relaxing and playing with my new toy while she’s at a hair salon a few blocks away.

Adam and I just rented a shop space, which we hope to share with Mark A. I got a message from him a few minutes ago – he’s dropped off the rent/deposit check and picked up the keys. Excellent! It’s a 400 sq. ft. room in big old brick place in Georgetown, across from the 9 Lb. Hammer. It’s basically just a big box with power outlets, lights, and 12-14 foot ceilings. There’s no direct vehicle access, so we won’t be building any more art cars there (whew!), but there’s plenty of room for tools, workbenches, and storage, and the neighbors won’t complain if we feel like playing with angle grinders at midnight.