I have yet to get the butt in gear to get real work done, but I'm making the approach. Or so I tell myself in response to the query: self, you working yet? So, okay, as far as approach--wow, that's taking tremendous effort.
It is cold which of course slows me down some too, but really, truthfully(!) everything slows me down and I have to get over myself and get at it. The 'it' in question being working on project tasks and preparing for website, workshops, and book completion. Sigh. You can see why I curl up in a ball next to the wood stove and wait for spring or inspiration, whichever comes first.
Caffeine does help, even though I have to adulterate my cuppa with the decaf variety to ensure I actually sleep at night.
Ah, then there's the birthday on Sunday. Somehow that always requires a significant amount of self-reflection and noodling in notebooks and I'm at least making a bit of progress there. Perhaps though, because I've been doing that for so many, many years, even that particular pleasure pales a bit eventually. I've got a couple of days to go however so I may yet come up to standard on this.
In other news the root ball of the uprooted pine tree that blew over in a storm mid December is slowly making its way back into the pit created by the uprooting. A friend came by with a chain saw a couple of days ago and cut the tree from the root ball so the thing could fall back into place. A pit that size in one's yard is dangerous to small animals of the two and four legged variety.This brisk January day requires that I make a thick black bean soup and I can hardly wait to enjoy that deliciousness. Of course I will need biscuits to go with it for the perfect lunch. Off we go to putter in the kitchen then...
