We couldn't go anywhere for the holiday weekend because we had hay down in the field. The wind had blown my first raking of the hay all over the field and I re-raked it again yesterday morning. Sweet Farmer baled until 1:00 a.m. and the rest of the night was a bust as neither of us could sleep. He was either snoring, sneezing or flopping around like a fish - and I flopped right along with him. Long, Long night. It reminded me of when I cared for a sick baby eons ago.
I don't bounce back so quickly from those sleepless nights anymore.
Along with the work I absolutely had to do and no more, I did manage to paint a whimsical little painting with my new Golden fluid acrylics and I must say the pleasure of that has certainly lifted my spirits.
I realize a good night's sleep will cure most of my ills.
I realize that I can nourish myself with no more than a few new ounces of paint.
I realize that my spirits can be lifted in a matter of hours and a little play-time.
I realize I'm very fortunate because it takes so little to set my world right again.