And… it’s gone
Monday, November 21, 2022
And that good feeling from this weekend is gone, gone, gone. C’est la vie.
I woke up SUPER tired. Like, my body isn’t used to getting more than 3 or 4 hours of sleep and it’s trying to grasp on. Even after 4 coffees, still exhausted.
One a side note, coffee has never woken me up. If anything, it calms me down. Always has. My theory is (based on absolutely zero research) having ADHD, and the medication for ADHD being a stimulant, coffee - also a stimulant - acts much the same way, counter balancing the ADHD. Thus, coffee does nothing.
The drive into work was calmer this morning than normal because schools are on vacation. I decided to work from the office Mon-Wed this week because of that. I love my daughter, but she doesn’t have the ability to leave me alone to work when she’s home. With the boyfriend and his kid’s being there, I’d never be able to concentrate. So, to the office I shall go.
I was supposed to have a French lesson today, but for some reason, I could hear her, but she couldn’t hear me. We decided to reschedule, which was a bummer because I was excited to share about my weekend and figure out some art phrases in French.
The projects I had to work on today were very technical and only made me sleepier. At lunch time, no food sounded appealing and I just wound up going to Starbuck for more coffee, then to the art supply store right beside them. I couldn’t find anything that called to me. In the end, I just bought a new watercolor pad and could new brushes, but had to stand in a ridiculously long line to pay for them. I’m stubborn, and I stood. Blah.
Then, I get a text from my step-mom that my dad somehow got a rusty fish hook stuck in his finger and they were now at the hospital so he could stitch it up and get a tetanus shot. I think I know where my clumsiness and how I’m accident prone comes from.
My daughter’s softball lesson was moved up, which meant that I had to rush home to get dinner done before we left. Her lessons are good for her, but I end up just sitting in the car with the dog and her cat - that she insists on bringing.
One bright spot, the 49ers won. I stopped watching about half way through the 4th quarter because there was ZERO chance Arizona had any hope of a come back. They boyfriend and his son started watching “Bullet Train” with Brad Pitt, and I started painting.
I initially was thinking of another watercolor, but wasn’t feeling it today. Without thinking, I grabbed a burlap canvas and a pallet of burgundy, brick red, and brown. It was too calm, so after it was dry, I had a pallet of purples, plums, black, and gold then used a pallet knife to create some interesting strokes on one half. It still didn’t feel done, so I scattered black and white splotches with the needle nose bottles. It was almost there, but not quite. I then painted some iridescent top coat and gold onto a sheet of bubble wrap and pressed that on. Finally, it felt as chaotic and messed up as my day had been.
I knew my happy streak was too good to last. Crossing my fingers for tomorrow.