Mornings, days, even evenings have such a routine right now. Rarely is any day different than the one before. Wake up, shower, start oatmeal, closed eyes drawing, stir oatmeal, paint drawing, tea kettle whistle blows to be poured, stir oatmeal, finish painting, eat oatmeal, and then, aside from a lunch break, stitch for much of the day, an occasional chore, make dinner, etc... repeat. They are fine days for the most part.
Today, awake before dawn, the drawing came first, with eyes open. After painting and oatmeal, I left the studio, announcing, "I'm taking the day off."
Curling up with the cat in the front room, I watched TV, and knit on a plain sock for hours.
After lunch, there was a little stitching in a book I made, on a page where I had wiped the extra paint off of the brush this morning.
It was a very nice day of playing, and playing hooky from myself. Time to make dinner...
