It was a bad dream again…and this time there was a a bodyless man….he could grow a body if he needed it, but mostly he was just a head. He had me trapped in a room and I couldn’t get out. It was quite scary and living on my own there is no one to give me a hug and say it’s only a dream . I couldn’t close my eyes as I was immediately back in that room. And I was very sleepy.
Luckily I got a message on my phone and decided to reply to it so that distracted me. After that I found a sherlock holmes audio book and finally fell asleep again.
However I have been tired a lot today and only seem to have woken up properly in the last half hour.
I wish there was a book that told you when you are this age it is normal to have” this” amount of energy in a day. And if you don’t then you take a certain pill or eat a banana and that will sort you out.
Anyways I did start at 7am and wrote for about 40 minutes . Then after breakfast instead of going for a walk I thought the tree at the end of the street was so pretty that I would like to draw it. I spent about an hour doing that.
And thereafter I have mooched about, read stuff on twitter and found a lovely video of a letter David Hockney wrote which was apoarently on TV .
That cheered me up so much that I made another canvas. 70×70 on which I plan to paint fruit.
Inbetween I read and replied to a friend online.
And now after watering the flowers I am inside probably for the evening . There is a chilly wind outside.
I think I remember in other years feeling a bit like this when the weather changed. Or maybe it is just the thought of facing another 6 months in limbo in Pisticci……..
I am looking forward to painting the fruit tomorrow. It is so very wonderfully colourful and I can use my new brushes maybe……
And with any luck the bodyless man will have somebody else to bother in the night.