I'm dry as a bone. Only the color yellow makes me happy today. I suppose it was to be expected; this loss of appetite. My life has been too rich of late and it is hard to get back to the old routine. Or perhaps I am outgrowing the old routine; more and more I suspect that is what is happening. My schedule of art fairs begins over the Memorial Day weekend; year 29 of the same road travelled. Not that any road can be travelled twice, but I do question how I make my living. I love being with people so much and it is such an isolated life. (But fickle me; when I get too much of people I throw them all out and burrow under a quilt with a book and hide.) Maybe I am just finickey and fidgety and itchy today. Nothing feels comfortable. I am not this body, this crabby mind. I don't fit inside my skin today.
Just in case you thought I was always rosey-dozey.
I hereby tag the fabulous Carla Sonheim to tell 7 quirky things about herself! (she says nobody ever tags her so let's pile up on her and find out what those quirky things are.)
Meantime, I'll try to get my panties unbunched.