Good kind of tired.

Sometimes the bad kind comes a-knockin' but I work it off.

Yesterday's mascara.

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

Back to greyscale. Where'd I go?

I need to figure out what triggers this fog of doubt.

Best weekend in ages has passed. Now I'm back to forcing myself to try again. Bleek. I wonder when I'll stop thinking "I should be good at this" and just settle for Doing An Adequately Okey Job...

Knitting keeps me somewhat sane, but this week Crazy is eating me from the inside.

Doing stuff but not all I wanted to do. Still tired.

Often very tired. Good thing my darlings can relax with me.

It's been a crappy day of headache and dizzyness, but at least I have cute company to help make things better.

Too much to do but spending my precious time at a good but kind of inappropriately timed seminar... And I'm still sleepy.

Spring is in the air. I gave myself a feel good break with my back against the warm barn wall...

Still oddly tired now and then, but on the right track!

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.

I'm worried sick and still sleepy.

But who really cares with a cat on their shoulders.

Too tired. Still.

I am So Tired.

Just tired.

Very very tired.

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

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

Today is just like yesterday.

Back at work. Back at trying to focus.

Shawls. Plural.

Cold office. Cold day.

Battling fatigue after a long period of insomnia. Knitting with my friend Ulrika feeling as well as can be expected.

two hundred and forty nine

Tuesday. Tired.

I'll have to do this for another year to learn discipline...