Yo. It’s Friday. I’m awake. If I’d had my choice, I would be in bed, sleeping off a book hangover after finishing the latest in the Outlander series overnight, Go Tell the Bees That I Am Gone. Or on the patio, savoring the book with a cup of coffee in the sunshine. As you can guess, I am not doing either of these things.
As it stands, I finally slept at around 2:30am. I have about a half-inch of the book left to finish, and I’m mainlining water. I’ll finish it this afternoon.
The rain hasn’t stopped in days. Brian has been making ark jokes. A woman in a neighboring development has taken to the Nextdoor app to start a campaign against her HOA, which is being ridiculous about the height of her lawn and its raggedy edges. Mom just spotted a redwing blackbird in the backyard, and they supposedly like marshy areas. Since I can’t go outside, and the lighting isn’t optimal for painting inside, I’ve taken the last few days to simply read. An actual book. It’s a nice change, if not a change of pace.
I’m hoping for a break in the clouds this afternoon. I want to paint. I have something like four paintings on boards and in the works, and I’d like to finish them before I actually start really packing things up in this next purge. If I’m lucky, we’ll get to go for Chinese food tonight.
And the weekend is here.
So was there a break in the rain for you to paint? Also texting on my end is all messed up, I emailed you 🙂