wait what i am in telluride AGAIN?

Yes yes it is true, I am yet again tucked away in a mountainous retreat, learning how to better ply my binding and conservitating trade.  [Sidebar: it is so much fun to make up fake works based on 'conservation.' Conservitate, conservatology, etc. Try it, you'll like it.] After a mad dash to prepare books for conservaitoning (aided by the dashing and  indefatigable Becca) I arrived in Telluride today with a stack of books that look like this:

It's kind of fun to put them all in a big stacky-stack like that and feel like it's a lot.  We start tomorrow morning at 8:30.  There's only 4 people in the class this first week, which is pretty great, and only 2 of us living in the house!  Oh, joy of joys--this time I am staying in the house I stayed at in May, which is beautiful and Victorian and feels like walking into a Pottery Barn catalog except authentic instead of lame.  Dad and I drove into town at noon, set my stuff up in the studio and at home, had a nice sandwich for lunch, then Dad started the long drive BACK to Springville--it is 7 hours both ways and Dad is being a total beast to come and go back again in one day! Anyway, then I got to take a rest and then sewed up another book (the little one on the top of the stack).  Now I am going to bed early so that I can be all rested and happy tomorrow and whatnot.  Is it just me or has this whole post been really disjointed and non-linear?  I'll try to be more coherent tomorrow.