Now that I'm bloated, I sit down on my bed to watch some tv. The Biggest Loser is on, and of course, within moments I'm crying. And feeling even more bloated than before. Where is a personal trainer with crazy tasks for me to do? Just then a bug walks by me on my bed (a big one) and I realize I have bigger problems than some extra weight right now...
Last night I had my first night of peace and quiet. No noisy neighbors screaming.
For some reason I still couldn't sleep. I think and think and think and somehow land on an image that I need to paint. I want to paint. It looks like a familiar face but in a style I have not fully explored. Highly expressionistic. Instead of trying harder to sleep, I pulled out my drawing materials that I travel with and got a pretty good first sketch of it. Of course I didn't have a model to go off of, but I got down on paper the look I'm going for. Then I could sleep. Art is fun like that...sometimes it just demands your attention. And thank goodness for that!