I woke thinking that I had caught a cold, but I think it is only an allergy to some of the pollens and flowers blowing in. I dressed for exercise, then bounded up the stairs (joke) to check on my paintings. (Sometimes they change overnight, really!)
The paintings looked pretty good, and I knew that if I touched one I would want to retouch them all, so I boldy finished varnishing them and took them downstairs. Done!
Completely forgetting that I was on my way out to jog a few hundred metres, I sat in front of a new, fresh, awesomely inspiring canvas to paint... (shhhh, more poppies). I needed something from downstairs first. Big mistake. There were many emails needing urgent attention, arranging things for the big commemoration day. I lost my morning. I forgot about my exercise. I even forgot to eat lunch. (I remembered at 3pm).
It's now nearly 8pm. Not a single thing on my list for today has been done. Everything has been voluntary work for others. And I have been working hard ALL day!
Somewhere along the way I managed to pull over a china crock and break the lid (pulling the computer over to the couch so I could change position for a bit) and now the dogs are telling me that they haven't been walked, fed, or given more than a passing chat occasionally.
It hasn't been the best day, really!
I'd pull an all-nighter to catch up but I don't have any dark chocolate...
Sleep will win, but first I think a short walk to clear my head.
Today I am grateful for my brush and shovel.