One major source of stress--arguably the major source of stress for an artist on her own--temporarily off my mind. (Money concerns for artists are never vanquished entirely, I suspect.)
"Good ol' Sofawolf," I found myself thinking, "good ol' fans, they always take care of me."
And this is a great truth.
And then I found myself thinking, rather wryly, "Good ol' Digger! And good ol' Gearworld--they're taking care of me, too."
It's a weird thing to be grateful to one's own creations, and yet, not a bad sensation.
*James would never have let me starve, of course, but there's a point of pride involved. I'll let him buy me sheets, but making my rent myself is important.