For real. I'm a slug. I've been sick for the past few days. Just sitting on the couch, sipping hot tea, blowing my nose in a half paper towel (because I don't buy tissues) and feeling rather like a waste of space.
I have been working on some paper cutting pictures, but nothing is finished and ready to photograph. I haven't sketched in a couple weeks, haven't picked up my paintbrushes in at least a month. I've not been blogging or checking blogs either - just feeling kind of low. Maybe some summer sun will chase the blues away.
Would you believe that there is STILL snow in my backyard? Just a small hump now and it is slowly going away. We are starting to get green buds on my rose bush and trees, but not fully leafed out yet. I bought some begonia plants to put in my flower pot that sits on my front porch, but then didn't get them planted. I told you I was a slug.
Well, this slug is off to bed soon. Hopefully I will feel more like myself tomorrow and not so much like a slug.