It was still raining heavily today, but I managed to keep dry by wearing a properly waterproof jacket today, together with waterproof trousers. So my walk with Archie was ok, with me managing to put one foot in front of the other quite nicely while he scampered about happily, not caring one jot about rain.
depression is a funny thing. Just when you think you are doing ok it hits you again. I woke up this morning and there it was, that brick in my stomach, the black heavy cloud pushing me down. Had it not been for Archie I don’t think I’d have got up at all toady, but he needed me to take him out. But I got through the day one step at a time and here it is bedtime again. The thought of work tomorrow is doubled-edged. In one respect I am dreading it, but on the other hand it keeps my mind occupied and stops me from thinking.
i did do some more of my drawing this afternoon, but I’m not sure I like it, so I may not finish it. It hasn’t turned out quite as I expected, which is often the case with art, but this one doesn’t cut te mustard for me. Anyway, I will post a photo of progress so far just in case I come back to it at some point.
It’s been a quiet day otherwise. Watched some more 24, which was good. But I’ve been a bit breathless this evening, not sure why. Might be the high humidity.
Barbara Murray Art 