(Sorry SomePinkFlowers - you must think I copied your recent post!) It's been hot and buggy and we are bracing for hurricane Hanna's arrival. In 1996, after the spanking we got from hurricane Fran, we swore we'd never be caught unawares again. We live 3 hours from the beach (5 hours from the Outer Banks), and thought "No way can this come inland to get us". Then we watched her hit the mouth of the Cape Fear River and she followed that inland, right to us. We should have put jam in our pockets, 'cuz we were gonna be toast!
Anyway, it's time to stock up on the dog's medicines and special food, batteries, and some cookies (I hope) to get us through, should Hanna do what the weather guys predict.
Thinking about this all makes me tired. My brain is as slow as this fella I found snacking in our compost bin:
I get in these moods and want to listen to moody music too.
To perk myself up, I tried getting in touch with my Inner Tween and gave myself a pedicure. I'm not sure I'm sold on the blue polish, though. OR the flower and rhinestone decals!
Mostly I'm having trouble thinking clearly. Spending so much time snuggling up with Pooch has frizzled my brain. This is the way he likes me best: on the sofa with his head and paws on some part of me.
If I don't comply, he follows me around the house, whining and crying. And jumping up to hit me in the back of the knees. Thanks to his illness, his brain is fried and he has terrible separation anxiety.
I really should be in the studio coming up with new sparklies to sell in my store...
...but work time is hard to come by these days. Marble Man did takes lots of naps over this long weekend and I snuck into my workplace to make gift bags and earrings. Having time to myself put me in a selfish frame of mind, and I crave more. Maybe after the deluge this weekend, if we are not afloat (or airborne), I will slip away and steal some quality "me time".