My daughter was over last weekend and she said "Dad, there's an angle grinder on the coffee table." And I said yeah, the bearing was going, I had it apart to repack it. She looked at me like I was living in a different world.

I guess I am. It's been three years since I had a proper studio. Working out of the garage and the spare bedroom. The dust gets everywhere. I found stone grit in the butter dish last month.

I keep telling myself I'll rent a space again when the commissions line up right. But the truth is I got used to working close to where I sleep. Might not go back.