The entire day dragged by today. I wanted to give my classes naps instead of carrying on with lessons. Coughs, runny noses, and tired faces all need to be combated with some good sleep over the next week. We've all "had it" and if today was a Thursday I think we might have collectively forgot about Friday. One student sat slumped on his desk before class began, with his head held on his hand, looking up at me and desperately saying "I just want to go hooo-oooome." That pretty much sums the day up!
Today was my late Mom's birthday. She always disliked how her birthday fell on the darkest days of the year, and today is no exception. Gloomy despite fresh, fluffy snow. I hope it is bright wherever she is now. Today is also my Aunt and Uncle's 60th wedding anniversary! What a accomplishment of love and commitment rarely seen in the world today. I can't even imagine.
Creatively, I look forward to a week of organizing, re-centering, and finishing the beading on the Stonehenge piece. The Christmas Truck ran me over as I scrambled to prepare things for friends and family while getting a lot done at school and trying to stay healthy, and I think I actually heard this piece sobbing as it sat neglected on the work table. I think there might be very subtle embroidered text added, and more more more beads. Ahhhh.
Have been sleeping a lot more than usual lately, and instead of fighting it, I am trying to appreciate that I can sleep, and that most of the time it assists in managing pain. In my attempt to not "be lazy" I think sometimes I do too much, and it catches up with me. The leg pain is made worse by inflammation which definitely is worse when I am exhausted or have stood/walked more than my body can handle. I get frustrated that I can't handle as much as I need and want to, though! I have a back shot scheduled for over vacation and am hoping that will help with the leg and foot pain that has become very problematic. Maybe then I will catch a break and have more time to live rather than just rest-rest-rest.
Instead of dreaming of sugarplums, I dream of threads, beads, and cloth. If only sleep-sewing was "a thing"! Onward to a week spent with my Elderhostel pals, the birds, and the cats, who love nothing more than hanging out in the art room with me as I work. Family time! Cheers.