Le Sigh.

Work is settling down to just merely 'busy'. But for the other 12 hours of my day, things are starting to pile up. Sure, there's the real work of trying to keep the house in some semblance of order and cleanliness, but I'm talking about the good stuff. I want to take more photos and maybe even print and frame some. Start a meditation practice. I want to finish the bunny project and kick into overdrive on the lace. Cast on circular socks. Get a new fun art project that's brewing in my head rolling. Watch the next few movies on the Netflix queue (Invincible (I {heart} Herzog), 8 1/2, Rivers and Tides) that I've had to put off during school. Yes, I said the word. School. It's coming up.

I told myself I'd give myself some time off to do all these lovely things but a couple of little things called "holidays" and "work" got in the way. I don't feel like I've had more than a couple weeks of break, much less than the 2.5 months that I did actually take off. But at the same time, I feel I must get back in school before my momentum dies off, before I forget how to write in the scholarly style. Hmmm, my resolution was to 'simplify'. Maybe I should cut out doing laundry and scrubbing the bathroom, eh?