I refused to have another day like Friday and Saturday so I took to my sketch diary and mocked my lack of artistic inspiration. Here’s one piece from the series. This is me sitting in my undies at the table waiting for some ray of inspiration to pierce the darkness. It never did. See the rest of the series on my art blog.
Just for the record, I don’t paint in my under things nor do I sit around in them. I also don’t own a purple chair. It’s only for this one drawing that I decided I’d pose half dressed while sitting on tacky furniture.
After the sketches I felt a bit better. I did some cleaning, a bit of laundry and ate a spaghetti dinner. It’s been a quiet and uneventful day which is exactly what I needed. Tomorrow I’ll show up at the bank and try to get everything sorted out and corrected then I’ll head off to therapy. Whatever happens happens but today I’m not worrying about it. I can’t change this so there’s no reason to fret and raise my blood pressure over it. It is what it is, period.
That’s all for now,
Me
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