Loss

Saturday I managed to destroy Tuesday evening's work. I tried something new; it didn't work. These things happen sometimes.

When I got home last night, Crazy Girl was dead in her cage. She was my least favorite chinchilla for her escape antics, but still in my care. I don't know what happened. These things happen sometimes.

When I got to the studio tonight, three of my bowls were wrecked because of bad kiln loading. I don't know exactly how that happened. These things happen sometimes.

And I can't do a fucking thing about it.