Signs of recovering delirium…the number of blog titles in a row that have the word ‘ok’ in them. The fact that I don’t know what day it is. Or the date. It’s still February, right? At one point, I duplicated a week in February for our science planning calendar. There was a good reason for it at the time, but I’m wondering if it’s still duplicated and now I will have to repeat a week in February because of that. I had to take a nap after the grocery shopping yesterday. Granted, I had already driven to Encinitas or Carlsbad or somewhere up north to pick up two quilts from a show, so I was already physically doing way more than I had in days, so the nap doesn’t seem so bad, right? Except today I have to go to school, and physically and mentally, that’s a lot more than the grocery shopping.
It’s OK. Really. I have a rolling chair. I can sit in it and maneuver all over the room. I’m sure it will be fine. I might need a nap at lunch. Also fine.
I really was better yesterday, despite the nap.
Saturday night, I finally got all these stitched down…
Now I can start doing random embroidery everywhere on it.
Really, it’s just a plan to use up all the thread in the house. Which will never happen of course. There’s just too much of it. But you can’t say I don’t have a plan.
Yesterday, I even ironed, although that was problematic at some point and I had to sit down.
Somehow in all that, I managed to record an hourlong video of who-knows-what. Don’t worry, Patreon followers…I know how to edit. I’m in the 400s at this point. Not halfway yet, because I got dizzy…and gave up…and went to bed early…but close to halfway. Progress anyway.
I finished the artist book and submitted it.
Can’t say this is my thing.
However, one of the reasons I’m in this group is because they make me do things that aren’t my thing. It’s called Ominous Nature. We’ll see if she thinks it’s too disturbing for the library. Since I have I think THREE more possible library exhibits in the future? It would be good to know what she thinks is disturbing. Sigh. Or I should just become a nature artist. Funny, I think of myself as a nature artist a lot of the time.
Oh yeah. All the fabrics I’ve used on the quilt so far. My brain is still on bouncy mode.
Wish me luck today. Wish my students luck too. And someone save me from a 2-hour staff meeting.
She’s cute, but this is after an hour of early morning rampaging, being kicked out of the bedroom, then let back in an hour later due to crying baby noises, then this is my laundry basket…
before she knocked it over. Uh huh. Evil. And yet, when asleep, adorable.
One of them was on my feet last night. Not sure which one. I can tell them apart by feel…their fur is different.
This one. This one got a water bottle sprayed in his face about four times last night for petulant barking.
Barking at coyotes is understood. It does not need to continue for 20 minutes past the coyote incursion into our sound space. He still likes me this morning apparently…
It’s questionable on my end.
OK, well seems like systems are mostly back to normal. I’ll need naps, I’m still in recovery mode, but there is progress toward normal function. Which means progress toward more art function.
For now? Progress to school. Where that rolling chair is. OK? OK. No more titles with OK.