At Crooked Mouth rehearsal last night, there was a stink and a moth.  Not going to deny it, it was there.  I kept apologizing for it, saying, “I know there is a stink, I am sorry about it, and the moth, but thats how it is, gentlemen…”  They politely demurred, but I knew they were judging, they were thinking ill of my family, my housekeeping, I wished that they knew how hard I worked at sitting at the computer editing video all day, how I slaved to put the Martinos pizza on the table, or couch as the case may be, that my housekeeping kept getting in the way of my rehearsals, and if one thing has to go, it’s self evident which thing it must be.  I searched after they left, for the stinking thing, I know where the moths hang out, in all the cereal and in the treat boxes on the counter.  I wondered anew why, when the treat boxes are closeable and airtightable, they never seem to be closed or airtight…oh well, I went to bed in the cloud of unknowing.  Then this morning, when Stefan allowed me to sleep in, and I staggered out at 7:30, a full 90 minutes past the regular up and at em time, I couldnt stand the stink a minute longer and I went on a search, and guess what?  I found it.  It was Lena’s fault after all…I knew it!  It wasnt the failure of my good enough mothering, it was the zipped shut lunch box with the festering treat left over from the gig on friday night when the kids ate everything but the thing that was now stinking up the joint.  I threw it away and thought about how the life of an artist is so difficult.