Hours Off the Job

Happy Saturday. I guess I was celebrating something today, acting as if I had time off from my job or something. I mean, being an artist is my job, and that's an everyday, whenever the creativity strikes you, or not, job. It has to be fulltime or nothing gets done. That's how it is with me anyway. I don't wake up like when I was a teacher, and know it is or isn't a work day. My art job is everyday.  And believe me, I'm joyous about being an artist fulltime. I'm thankful to have the time to paint everyday.

 Well, my point. My point is....all I can call myself today is lazy. I woke up at 7:30, sat on the bed brushing my cats for an hour, fixed a big breakfast, and got sucked into to internet for three hours! And that's not the worst part, oh, no. The worst part is that my eyes were so tired from looking at the computer screen, that I had to take a two hour nap! So, added up, I wasted six hours today. Six hours when I could have been finishing up my airport painting.

 If I were not paralyzed I'd kick myself in the butt.