This photo pretty much sums up how I have been enjoying my three-day weekend: drinking copious amounts of (decaf) coffee and holing myself up in my art studio. Save for a Farmers Market Run and breakfast with a girlfriend on Saturday morning, I'm donning my Introvert cap this weekend and enjoying some alone time, head down and immersed in all things creative. I probably should not have turned down an invitation to the beach and dinner with the girls, because (A) I am getting pasty-yellow and (B) Girlfriends are Good, but right now I am committed to this burst of creativity and my soul is aching for productive isolation. A recent trip to the art store to purchase some fun, new supplies isn't helping my cause; it really has only encouraged me to burrow deeper into this little cocoon of creativity. My neck and back now ache from being hunched down over my table and being that my right hand is chronically poised with a paintbrush, pen or curled over and clicking a Microsoft mouse, my right wrist now cracks--audibly--at even the slightest of movements. Have I mentioned how much I've really loved this weekend?
Be that as it may, I should probably get out more. This solitary comfort can't be all that healthy, can it?