studio was chilly cold this morning but my trusty little heater warms things up quickly. i’m making progress on my projects though i’ve slowed down a bit. enthusiasm is waning.

jumping on a trampoline is much harder and more painful than i imagined.

i’m making sweet potato and tofu enchiladas for dinner tonight.
not because i hate my husband but because it sounded yummy last week when i bought the ingredients.

this week….

i’ve avoided making it until today. the ingredients sitting there waiting.

and this after he made such a beautiful dinner last night.
he came home and took one look at me and went straight back out to the store and an hour later had a beautiful meal on the table in about an hour.

and here i am with sweet potato and tofu enchiladas.
and he’s coming home with duck.

for tomorrow.

i must have done something so right in some previous life to deserve this.

studio was chilly cold this morning but my trusty little heater warms things up quickly. i’m making progress on my projects though i’ve slowed down a bit. enthusiasm is waning.

jumping on a trampoline is much harder and more painful than i imagined.

i’m making sweet potato and tofu enchiladas for dinner tonight.
not because i hate my husband but because it sounded yummy last week when i bought the ingredients.

this week….

i’ve avoided making it until today. the ingredients sitting there waiting.

and this after he made such a beautiful dinner last night.
he came home and took one look at me and went straight back out to the store and an hour later had a beautiful meal on the table in about an hour.

and here i am with sweet potato and tofu enchiladas.
and he’s coming home with duck.

for tomorrow.

i must have done something so right in some previous life to deserve this.

studio was chilly cold this morning but my trusty little heater warms things up quickly. i’m making progress on my projects though i’ve slowed down a bit. enthusiasm is waning.

jumping on a trampoline is much harder and more painful than i imagined.

i’m making sweet potato and tofu enchiladas for dinner tonight.
not because i hate my husband but because it sounded yummy last week when i bought the ingredients.

this week….

i’ve avoided making it until today. the ingredients sitting there waiting.

and this after he made such a beautiful dinner last night.
he came home and took one look at me and went straight back out to the store and an hour later had a beautiful meal on the table in about an hour.

and here i am with sweet potato and tofu enchiladas.
and he’s coming home with duck.

for tomorrow.

i must have done something so right in some previous life to deserve this.

this week shows no signs of improvement.
i feel like a spider’s meal.
just waiting.

this week shows no signs of improvement.
i feel like a spider’s meal.
just waiting.

this week shows no signs of improvement.
i feel like a spider’s meal.
just waiting.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

and that’s about all i can muster today.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

at least i managed a walk this morning and there is a beautiful pot of roasted butternut squash and black bean soup on the stove.
and maybe i’ll have a mini trampoline to jump on tomorrow.
because my lymph needs cleaning.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.

i should be out walking to the gym. the fog is gone and it’s sunny and i decided to step into the studio

for just a minute.

just one round of stitching.
turned into….four.

never mind the gym. all those guilty people will be there clogging up the machines trying to burn off thanksgiving indulgences.

i’ll do my yoga instead and watch the birds in the central garden and listen to raj sing.

and eat the dishwasher’s leftover arugula, bacon and gruyere bread pudding.

because it’s that good.
and i’m that bad.