Cure for the Crankies

Car trouble made me miss the first class of the new session tonight. The owner of the teaching studio was none too pleased about it, but what could I do? My superpower is cat herding, not flight. I was already moody with winter, and this tipped me right into downright pissy. But I know the cure for that: pasta bowls!

These are each six pounds of clay, and will eventually be part of a larger order for a gourmet kitchen goods store in Portsmouth. Big (well, biggish) bowls are good for dispellling the crankies because they demand enough physical effort to use up the adrenaline that's just hanging around turning sour, but they are simple to throw and provide me with a few easy successes. The worst things to make to throw off a bad mood are fiddly little stuff with a bunch of parts, like soy bottles or teapots.
Anyway, they worked. I feeel much better. Cars, meh. They break, that's life. My beginning students will manage without me this one night.
And tomorrow is another day.