I just suddenly realized that I'm having a really good day. I got my writing quota out of the way nice and early, I've discovered I can make stock in my rice cooker (no more very hot kitchen at midday), I've changed the rat cages and put away my laundry. I am accomplished, and even better, I am accomplished without feeling like I've got weights attached. Since I tend to forget to talk about happy days in this journal, and mostly only post when I'm dismayed, I probably ought to mark the occasion.
It's sunny, there are birds, and the sun is shining through my new curtains in a really delightful way. The apartment's still a mess, but I feel like I might be able to make a dent in it, instead of feeling oppressed and hemmed in.
Now I'm gonna go draw stuff!
It's sunny, there are birds, and the sun is shining through my new curtains in a really delightful way. The apartment's still a mess, but I feel like I might be able to make a dent in it, instead of feeling oppressed and hemmed in.
Now I'm gonna go draw stuff!