I forgot that today is Sunday. I must be on vacation. Usually Emily does a post on Sunday but that will have to come later. Sorry, Emily fans.
I thrashed all over today, artistically. Mom and I did some sorting. I washed the celestine ball. I finished annotating one of the books on creativity I've been reading. At 9:30, I had bubkiss (how do you spell that? My spell checker has choked on it). It's not like I didn't do anything -- I even made jam! Ooh. I could have taken pictures of that. Shoot, my brain is fried.
Instead, I stumbled down to the studio and made myself do something. In this case, finish up some eggs I've been trying new techniques out on. If nothing else, the photo is cool, I think.
If I don't post for a few days, it's not that I don't love you, it's that I've buggered off to the cottage for a few days. The book that spawned this 365 day thing doesn't mention going on vacation. Oops.
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