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mallorys_cameraTemps never rose above 30° yesterday, but it wasn’t snowing and it wasn’t raining, so there was no excuse for not going out.
Going out turns out to make all the difference.
If I spend a couple of hours outside, I’m in a good mood.
If I don’t, I’m full of doom and gloom and misanthropy.
I can’t say tromping in that kind of cold is fun. But I felt so much better when I returned to the Patrizia-torium.
Other than that, I did very little of merit yesterday.
I read, I played video games. I tried once more to get the ancient Wacom to work. I’m not a particularly good artist, but I have been feeling this great compulsion to Do Art, and my Real Life Watercolor Set has run out of Fire-Engine Red and Cadmium Blue, so why not go digital? It makes sense in a smallish space.
Alas, poor Wacom!
I did the wee-est bit of cleaning and organizing. Just enough to make the cat think I was seriously interested in cleanliness and organization.
I have this feeling that the next six weeks or so are gonna be very difficult indeed. Whatever Gets You Through is no longer the tune the grasshopper plays on his fiddle but an actual survival strategy.
I still haven’t seen the Great Conjunction. Though mercilessly cold, yesterday was filled with sunlight. But the clouds crept in for the night.
Going out turns out to make all the difference.
If I spend a couple of hours outside, I’m in a good mood.
If I don’t, I’m full of doom and gloom and misanthropy.
I can’t say tromping in that kind of cold is fun. But I felt so much better when I returned to the Patrizia-torium.
Other than that, I did very little of merit yesterday.
I read, I played video games. I tried once more to get the ancient Wacom to work. I’m not a particularly good artist, but I have been feeling this great compulsion to Do Art, and my Real Life Watercolor Set has run out of Fire-Engine Red and Cadmium Blue, so why not go digital? It makes sense in a smallish space.
Alas, poor Wacom!
I did the wee-est bit of cleaning and organizing. Just enough to make the cat think I was seriously interested in cleanliness and organization.
I have this feeling that the next six weeks or so are gonna be very difficult indeed. Whatever Gets You Through is no longer the tune the grasshopper plays on his fiddle but an actual survival strategy.
I still haven’t seen the Great Conjunction. Though mercilessly cold, yesterday was filled with sunlight. But the clouds crept in for the night.
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Date: 2020-12-28 05:28 pm (UTC)