If only I could fix this thing called arthritis! Had a relatively good day yesterday after weeks of misery. Only the feet complained all day long, but the knees were a bit better. Off to bed early with hopes of rising at 5 and cleaning my house. It is now 8:30 and I sit amidst the ruins, student arriving at 10:30, pets unfed, pain making it hard to move more than my hands. Waiting again for a little medicine-induced reprieve so I can make up for lost time and get this place in shape. Catch-22 -- rest is so necessary, but to really get a good night’s sleep leaves an overall stiffness and widespread morning pain that is literally immobilizing. Sucks. Gotta get going and fix my own shit! At least it is a three day weekend…
Hapi just said “One...two...five…” We have a way to go with his math skills.
Last night’s sleep was great, though. Filled with strange dreams, as always, but on the moments when I woke up halfway I glanced around to find Ellie, Till, and Seamus sound asleep, but also discovered that Theo has again has joined the bedtime crew. He’s been in a snit since fighting with Seamus, and has remained downstairs at night. Such a nice feeling to have all the babies at peace in the same place, cuddled up close. Love me my little pals.
On deck for art this weekend is to continue working on the pot series and hopefully get more of them to the “ready to be finished” stage. Fringe, though, they need beaded fringe. This might take a while. Also need to devote time to the UK Embroidery course. Have decided to not give up on that, even though I am tempted to do so with all that has been going on. I should be on the fourth module by now and haven’t yet dug into the first one. Will get there...even if I am late. If I can’t have reasonably good health, enough time, a permanently clean house, and love, I can have art. And thank God, there is plenty of that! Cheers. Off to fix my own shit.