Going from a hermit of five years to a packed schedule was overwhelming and often exhausting. Ferry had come back yesterday, so we were meeting today about the prints I'd finished while he was out of town. Tomorrow night, Nate and I were going to Charlotte to The Warehouse to meet with the owner, so I could pick his brain about a mentor. And Sera and I were having lunch after a private exhibit of her little herd of elephants, or those she'd completed. It was hard to believe, six months ago, I wouldn't get out of bed unless Nate forced my hand, and now, I had a busy social and work life that didn't involve endless thoughts of suicide and perpetual darkness.
The stint at Ferry's studio was uneventful. For the first time since we'd started working together, he talked about things other than
