Although class time was great, the rest of the day has been crazy in all sorts of ways. I‘m still feeling under the weather and that keeps causing all sorts of emotional swings. I hold Dusty in my lap while listening to music. That combination makes me want to cry. I don’t know why it feels as if the end is near for the girls. They look and act healthy, but you never ever know.
The writing group today was a very productive session, at least for the ladies who shared some work. I kept trying to figure what to write and share. All I had was the poem I wrote while at the beach. Everyone’s sharing makes me feel I’m still struggling to get words on paper. This semester again, I need to be thinking about an animation piece. So it’s time to start again, playing with the drawing tablet and getting some stuff created for this 60-second assignment.
Other than that, all is well.
