Kind of, kind of

Kind of funny, kind of sad how I can still waste a day of freedom and relaxation by becoming a worry-monger, focusing on negatives and generally not making the most of the time given. It was as if my dark side ganged up on me from the outset today and I didn't have a chance to struggle against it; one of those archetypal 'got out the wrong side' days. Of course, the view greeting me on opening the curtains was of sheets of sleet; the hills veiled in a chilly fog and the poor tentative plants wishing they had stayed budded for a few weeks longer.

I know that by the time Stu returns I will have cured myself of my guilt and realised that, in amongst the angst I did actually achieve something; so as an exercise, I shall pre-empt myself and figure out what they were...

1) Exchanged DVD that was not working for a copy that is, free of charge or hassle

2) Took Stu's ma out for lunch and shopping

3) Found out how to create my own website and began the process

4) Wrote out mailing list for Bon Papillon from all my past contacts

5) Made dinner

And just to see how stupid it looks in print, here are my main worries of the day..

1) Have become suddenly fat, overnight

2) Have become alarmingly spotty

3) Have wasted day off in that no painting has been done

4) Failed to hoover house

5) Have yet to pin down artists for first show of not-yet-open gallery

6) Cats seem unsettled and worrysome (now both curled up asleep)

Guess I might as well go and do some painting and then all I have to worry about is going on a supermodel-designed crash diet and hoovering the house. Wooo.