I am busy pretending to myself that I am a person who sleeps all night, every night.
Woke this morning (at 5 am, obviously) and went up and painted. THAT was a relief, no more lying abed trying to get back to sleep. Unfortunately, I was so tired I needed a 20 min nap at around 9 before going out rowing with the Man. Felt better after that, and a lot less grumpy.
The row was nice, as was the 4K walk to get there. I cannot say that I pulled my guts out, but it was fine. I am not in LOVE with rowing, but they are a great group of people and I can do it with the Man. Also good to do some upper body work....ya know, cross training!
Another nap this afternoon, limited to half an hour, from which I woke up as cranky as a bear with a sore butt, provoked by the opening of hunting season hear. LORD how I hate hunting season.
A lovely walk with Youngest, and now, instead of going to bed at 10, hoping to get enough sleep, I finished my book, which I enjoyed, and am posting and then I am going to paint some more. I have also set an alarm for the morning so I am sure to get up in time (optimists live longer, they say).
It is nice to be up here with my painting stuff around me again. Good lord, why did that take so long?
Ara estic mentin a mi mateixa que estic una persona normal qui dorm per tota la nit, cada nit.
He despertat aquest matí a les 5 (clar) i pujava a l'alter i pintava. Quin alleujament! No he passat més temps estirat al llit intentant de tornar a dormir. Desafortunadament, he tingut tant de son que havia de fer una mini migdiada (de 20 minuts) a les 9 abans d'anar a remar amb l'Home. M'he trobat molt millor desprès de dormir i no tan rondinaire.
Remant ha anat bé, tant com el passeig de 4K per anar-hi. No puc dir que treballava molt, però anava bé. No estic encantada de remar, però són un grup de gent que m'agrada molt i ho puc fer amb l'Home. També està bé que faci treball els muscles del cos, en addició d'els de les cames.
He fet una altra migdiada aquesta tarda, limitada a una mitja hora, i he despertat enrabiat, com un ós amb un cul que li fa mal, provocat perquè avui estava un dia de caçar. M'odio la temporada de caçar.
He fet un passeig molt bonic amb la Petita a la muntanya i ara, en lloc d'anar a dormir a les 10 amb l'esperança de dormir moltes hores, he acabat el meu llibre, que he desfruitat, estic escrivint aquí i pintaré una mica més. També he posat l'alarma per demà que pugui ser segur que despertaré a temps. (Diuen que optimistes viuen per més temps.)
A mi, em trobo molt contenta ser aquí amb les eines de pintar un altre cop. Com és que he trigat tant de temps per fer-ho?
3 comments:
I love the first line of this post. I think I’m going to try it.
Can’t hurt – might help. ;)
It's worked for me today anyway
Now I'm on Skype with eldest far too late, let's hope it works tomorrow, as I have to get up and prep a class!
great that you are back in the studio - I forgot to ask you about that and it was on my list! I've always fancied rowing - perhaps I might go off it in practice! If there are any trial days let me know and I'll come down and see.
Great to see you and Chuck. Look forward to the next walk. K x
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