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I'm having a definite Monday.
Editing happened over the weekend, which was great, uploading did not happen which is not great. Tonight I hope to get that taken care of and to post the latest image. This batch is a little sweeter than usual, but then they are when the Mouse is one of the models.
The Ant's computer has completely died and is not salvageable for what we can tell, unless a divine act resurrects it. Complete failure mode. No funds to acquire a replacement and that effectively kills how much work she can accomplish, since according to her, my machine sucks. Granted, I have an econo box that gets me around and she had inherited a ferrari of a computer. There's not much comparison.
Also, the husband's machine has died, though it's probably a failed video card in his case and not a full death, like the Ant's.
I'm not feeling the Universe's love right now.
But enough wallowing. We'll manage. We always do. In the meantime, I'm focusing on my breath and on the moment I'm in and on the individual tasks in front of me. The alternative lies madness and overwhelm.
Oh, and I'm hating all of my art right now, which usually points to a fundamental shift.
I think I'll paint tonight.
I'm having a definite Monday.
Editing happened over the weekend, which was great, uploading did not happen which is not great. Tonight I hope to get that taken care of and to post the latest image. This batch is a little sweeter than usual, but then they are when the Mouse is one of the models.
The Ant's computer has completely died and is not salvageable for what we can tell, unless a divine act resurrects it. Complete failure mode. No funds to acquire a replacement and that effectively kills how much work she can accomplish, since according to her, my machine sucks. Granted, I have an econo box that gets me around and she had inherited a ferrari of a computer. There's not much comparison.
Also, the husband's machine has died, though it's probably a failed video card in his case and not a full death, like the Ant's.
I'm not feeling the Universe's love right now.
But enough wallowing. We'll manage. We always do. In the meantime, I'm focusing on my breath and on the moment I'm in and on the individual tasks in front of me. The alternative lies madness and overwhelm.
Oh, and I'm hating all of my art right now, which usually points to a fundamental shift.
I think I'll paint tonight.
