I either have no excuse whatsoever, or so many excuses that you may take your pick.

The last session of my 3D class at The Art League was four weeks ago today. I did not, in fact, come home with a finished lamp. That was because, on that same day, I realized I had an exam the next day. A typo in the syllabus had led me to believe that I had something more than the twenty hours I actually had to study for said exam. So I went to my glass class that night, asked Jimmy to show me the parts I didn't already know how to do myself, then I went home and crammed.

Today was my final exam for that same class . The class was on art history from Paleolithic cave paintings through the Gothic cathedrals, which were covered in a rush on the last non-exam day of the class, which means I didn't get to do nearly so much lingering over monolithic-scale stained glass as I might have liked. Although now I'm having these goofy jet-set fantasies of actually putting my high-school French to use someday, on a trip to Paris to see the stained glass at Sainte Chapelle. Because, just, wow.

In between Monday four weeks ago and Monday today, I have accomplished zero stained glass work. My poor lamp is probably just a couple of hours away from completion and I haven't touched it. I'd like to think that my schedule will let up a little bit now that my art history class is over, but I have another class beginning next week, and work is still bonkers too: the project that was supposed to end a month ago refuses to die, and the project that I thought would never happen is happening in a big way, and the project that I was terrified of pitching seems to have a very real chance of becoming the project that I'll be terrified I won't have enough time for.

Hope springs eternal and all, but where my schedule is concerned, I can only feel very, very relieved that I didn't sign up for a summer stained glass class.