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This isn’t really a concern, just a line that popped into my head. The thing I have been experiencing is lower energy, it seems, after we’ve been travelling. [And we’ve been away from home every weekend for about a month.] I keep putting it down to eating sugar. I don’t know what it is, but it makes life harder.
Craig’s been having this, too, so it’s not chronic fatigue or anything like that; maybe it’s just a consequence of going up and down the length of the country in our spare time. After a week of hiding out at home, trying to heal up, though, I’m back at the pub, and managed to get lots written for work today. There’s a constant loop of tornado videos on the news channel, so as much as I want to get back into drawing, all I can think of are Wizard of Oz references, which are tacky and hardly inspired.
I drove back almost all the way from Inverness on the weekend, and my lesson went well yesterday. One day this ordeal will be over and I’ll be able to start learning the way I learn (by doing stuff) instead of learning by taking lessons and being observed.
On the way home, I dropped off my paintings for the art show this coming weekend. Now that the work is done, I’m really looking forward to the opening! And, I must confess, my brain is casting about for the next thing””which I already have in mind. I’m glad I said no to the two recent opportunities so I can work on that.
EDIT: Craig had me take him for a post-work tour in the car, and it was positively fun. I don’t understand me.