Recharge

For a smattering of reasons ranging from being busy to feeling burnt out to having a bit of a carpal tunnel flare up to being waaaaaaay behind on painting, I'm going to take a vacation from words here. I have a backlog of photos that I might post sporadically, but for a week (or probably two) I think I'll camp out in my studio at night and avoid the computer in the morning. Force my brain to produce more visually and less verbally. Try to finish a few paintings, try to get some things worked out in my mind. I need some centering time.

Plus, next weekend we are going to do Something Fun. We are not sure what that will involve, but I have the dogs scheduled to board Saturday and Sunday so things might get wild. Wild, I say! Maybe we'll go somewhere and visit a museum! Maybe we'll go to a city and have a nice dinner and see a movie at a leisurely pace, and not have Dog Bladder Worries nagging at us.

(Let's pretend I won't miss them horribly! I'm weird.)

So, um.

For now, here are a couple of tiny silly videos (they are terrible, and one was accidental) (also: inside look at how infuriating it must be to have a conversation with me in real life). I don't know what you like to do after work on your work Saturdays when you are exhausted and crampy, but! You could recharge by changing clothes, going to a farm, and feeding a new born lamb a bottle. (So awkward, because the weak little lamb hadn't figured it out yet. And because I hadn't either. )

After feeding a lamb, if you really want to perk yourself up, you should see a cat and a ewe being best friends, and rubbing faces, and playing. You will die of happiness.

And THEN, to top it off, if you hug the fattest, orange-iest barn cat ever, you will be ready for Monday.

When you come home, your husband will tell you that you smell like a barn (hello, sheep poop) and you should take a shower and then a nap. If you continue to think of tiny black scampering lambs and fat squeakily purring orange cats, everything will surely be okay.