That's me, working at a snail's pace these early winter days. The holiday with a wonderful whirlwind trip to Nevada has left me feeling tired. It hasn't helped that I developed a cold and am working with ears, nose and head stuffed.
There are year-end administrative things to do around here and yesterday we received the tax-man's questionaire so that is one more paper to pile upon the other seemingly endless pieces of paper.
It is cold and damp outside which makes me want to just curl up and sip a hot cup of tea. If I were truly a snail I believe I'd be pulled into my shell right now. I do know however, that the very best medicine for this type of lethargy would be punching designs on fabric. So perhaps, just for today, I'll try to ignore winter, my not-going-away cold and all those papers sitting there. After all isn't stitching the very best medicine.
"A man's work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, throught the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened." - Albert Camus
