Due to all kinds of factors, my job has turned into a perfect storm of stress. I am lucky if I sleep past 3 in the AM - and awake to my mind roiling with worries about missed filings and other drivel that doesn't matter a whit in the Big Picture. After a particularly stressfullsome day, I came home last night and contemplated my options. Red or white? Seriously, I was past the glass-of-wine-will-heal-all-things stage. So I did what I always have done. I did something mind-numbing. I stained a rickety plant stand (one of those 11-shelves-of-crappy-USA-made-so-called-workmanship-slatted things). Within five minutes of starting, I had reached that Zen stage where my fevered brain slows down and starts a nice, gentle hum.
|The original illustration - way|
better than mine. I wanted to be Alice.
I thought she was a grand girl - look at
Yes, yes. I've had quite a colorful life. You'll have to wait to read the book. It will be published posthumously, to protect...me.
I am hoping to get some pix of the garden (such as it is) this weekend, and to completely erase from my mind any evidence that I have such a job. It usually works right up until Sunday night, when the darkness begins creeping back in - bwahahaha.