I suppose I wore myself right out yesterday. After Mass I hit the grocery store and when I came home I started in on the makeshift studio in my dining room and the craft corner in my basement with the object of moving all of the art supplies from upstairs to down. Not counting the church and market time I did not sit down for four hours.
The reason it took so long was that before I made the 5 or 6 trips up and down the stairs to move paint down or move trash and recycling out I had to move everything else out of the craft corner, vacuum all behind and under everything in there and then move it all back in some semblance of the order that it hasn’t seen in maybe a year or more.
I woke up with a sore throat so I cannot attribute that to cheering on the Wolves at a soccer game. It feels like I’m back in the shingles recovery stages and that is not a good feeling. I want to get up, get out to buy the fixings for our Thanksgiving dinner, start any make-aheads, paint some more, and maybe get a little more cleaning done. This is hard to do when your head feels like it’s encased in a cement block and your throat is scratchy and all you want to do is sleep.
I hope this day of rest does me some good and I get up tomorrow raring to go – I have stuff to get done!
- Art on a Shoestring (fromthecsweet.com)
- I’m A Sick Girl…No, Seriously! (theinnerwildkat.wordpress.com)
- Giving thanks…with E.E. Cummings (betweengods.com)