((Thanks for your patience))<br/><br/><br/>Jazz sighed softly when her husband left.  She’d purposely sat on her hands to stop herself from pulling him on top of her and back into bed.  Rising she went to her closet and pulled out something comfy to wear.  These days comfort was more important than style.  Besides who was she going to impress?  The horses?  Since she had no idea when Harry was to arrive Jazz figured she’d pass the time in her studio.<br/><br/>She was down to some of the more fine details of the statue.  After donning her safety equipment, Jazz begun soldering copper detail.  Her music was loud.  Rock hits from the 70s were feeding her muse currently.  Hips swayed to the music as the rest of the world disappeared as she worked the metal.<br/>