Thank God that's over with. I don't mean Christmas. We cancelled Christmas because we all took turns having the flu or something. Mom texted us the morning of Christmas Eve saying that dinner was off because they were unwell, and later that day I began feeling like shit and then plans for the next day were soon cancelled and Christmas was reduced to (many!!) bathroom trips and time spent convalescing in bed, surrounded by sleepy dogs while the BD played all my favourite Christmas movies until eyelids got too heavy and my stomach calmed down enough for me to sleep. My insides are still wary about what goes down the pipe, but I don't feel like a newly run-over frozen bag of dog crap being picked at by magpies, so that's a plus! It's the little things. And what goes in isn't coming out at a surprising velocity with little-to-no warning, so I'm in the studio, taking it slow, but already I am tired and feel a nap coming on.
Thank goodness we were merely guests invited to things and not the bloody hosts!
Anyhow, I finally finished this piece I started on before the Grinch winched my insides. It's from a lovely series of photos taken by the BD on his way back to Alberta from our adventure at Falcon Lake, Manitoba back in October.
The second one I finished a few weeks ago. This could be the extent of my productivity today, friends. But it's already more than the past four days combined.
Merry Boxing Week. Don't get trampled.