After this last year or so , probably like lots of people I’ve made a determined effort to make the weekend different. Otherwise every day would be the same.
Down in my part of town every day is the same.
I suppose theoretically I could go out for a pizza now, but I can’t be bothered and am not sure I want to afford it. Sometimes I think it would be nice to bring a pizza back here and sit outside to eat it….but then I get comfortable here and decide to do it another night.
On Saturday though I don’t make myself get up at 6am, don’t write, don’t do yoga and try to have a relaxed breakfast, while Tony Blackburn witters away on Radio 2.
After that I usually end up painting something as I can’t think of anything else to do.
Today I amused myself by doing the washing and brushing all the floors and even washing part of the floor.
I was still not happy with my 2 Van Goghish paintings so I fixed them. Now they are probably more me, but still more colourful than usual.
My next painting is being done from life and I am not sure how it will work out.
Am still not feeling 100% , but not so tired as yesterday. Can’t complain.
Now it’s wine time again…..seems to come round very quickly….