Yesterday's mascara.

I have stuff to do this afternoon so I'd better get going better than this. Soon.

Still not up for keeping this as an every day regime thing obviously, but you'll get a portrait a few times a week at least. Office is becoming homier with less empty shelves and curtains. Hopeful I'll get something done today.

Still tired. Still bleak.

But with a new red necklace found at a flea market.

Too tired. Still.

Cold. Under a blanket. Cozying up to dog and kitten.

Very aware of all the things I have left to do today.

one hundred and fifty two

Same picture. Different company. Different light.

A day of errands and at home stuff. Good day.

one hundred and thirty eight

I lectured. I went home. I slept.

I am so tired it's ridiculous. New diet hasn't settled with the body yet I guess.

sixtyeight

I almost forgot this today, so I snapped one with my laptop's "photo booth". This is the first attempt. No photoshop or other tampering.
This is the dark truth. It's late.

sixtyfour

I spent last night in total bliss... I rearranged all my yarns in the cabinet.

Today I've been showing off my yarn to appreciative admirers who came to visit. It feels like vacation for real when you can spend hours on end talking about, and petting yarn.

sixtythree

Today sweat and fatigue is over shadowed by the love of yarn. Photo of reflection in yarn cabinet door.

Slowly going back to normal.

(I'm realising you keep getting the same faceshots over and over. I will start managing my fear of my bulging silhouette and my misshapen feet eventually. Still working on feeling cute up here.)

sixtytwo

The daylight confuses me. Jetlag and narcolepsi have a lot in common. A weird day of doing a lot and nothing all at once.

sixtyone

I have slept about three hours since that last photo, and it's almost exactly 12 hours later. Not sure what day it is without using a calender and a calculator combined. Nice to be home though.

thirty

In the bathroom mirror chez the kinda-parents-in-law. Newly showered, nearly sleeping. It wasn't really supposed to be a good day but I guess it sort of was.

twentyseven

Wet weather curls my hair. I hardly slept last night and it's been a busy day.

I'm feelin' it.

nineteen

Still. That. Tired.

eighteen

My turn to sleep in the car back. And I kept sleeping. That Saturday in wet clothes drained me. Completely.

nine

Lightning struck our house yesterday. Today is a dark day post thunder with sunny weather, thunderous headache, swollen feet and narcoleptic tendencies. No internet, no phone and a black stain on the wall.

five

No matter how much I read, I'm never done.

Photo taken with cellphone - Also symptomatic of the day.