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A Matter of Mood

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Is the name of the artist I can thank for creating this image. I would so like to be able to hang on a wall! But, to date I have no pictures hung and were I to start (with landlord’s agent’s blessing) where would I stop?
Good night’s sleep. Woke full of beans bursting to be doing something. Constructive.

 

Instead I turned on the television to watch “Insiders”.

Back to blah!

I could go for a walk and maybe do a bit of shopping? But is is now raining. Cold. Best idea would be back to bed with a good book.

How goes this Sunday for you?

(I have got as far as loading my WIP onto the small laptop with a view of sitting out on my patio and working if and when the sun shines?) Hmm. Something has popped my optimistic bubble. Keep forgetting that the price I pay for happy moments are equally balanced by the opposite. Given my life’s history I admit I am now too afraid of swinging to an extreme. Where I am at now is COMFORTABLE.  Not rich, but managing. Lots of stuff I could be doing – have mending basket, knitting and crochet needles and several good books. Tom Holt’s works elicit laughter and, as long as I don’t worry where his head was at when writing, I can chortle. So I am off to read. Some thought given to runners out there – wet and cold but living in the moment.

Have a great day.

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