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I woke up as Butch was getting ready for work. He is Mr. Dependable and I hope that the hospital knows what a treasure he is. "Would you bring me some coffee with the new creamer in it?" I mumble. "Of course" he answers quietly. Coffee is generally the first thought in my mornings-a physically addictive stimulant indeed. I must have dozed-when I drank it was tepid but not quite room temp yet. Gulp. It was gone. Yummy. My next thought-my shop. Every morning like Christmas morning. Did I sell something? Did anyone pick me as a favorite? The thrill of a new adventure-but so much more personal than my other careers. Not more important. My first jobs were as a page in libraries-starting when I was 14? Thru high school, college and a young adult. During the summers I worked as a packer for North American Van Lines with my sister. That was wild. Hot long days packing other people's things. But I liked working with the girls-it felt like being a grown up, certainly different than putting books away. I worked in a bakery briefly. Yuk. When I had my first baby I started baby-sitting. Nephew Ryan was a darling. I did that off and on until Katie started kindergarten. Then I went back to college and became an RN. I liked nursing-it is hard work. But profitable. For others and your own soul. A challenge, the stakes are very high sometimes. When a Nurse makes an oops-it is not funny at all. I was a 'nurse' for 13-15 in some capacity-an RN for 12-13. I may again. But not today. Today I make and sell my handmade wares at Gamut.