I feel like a squirrel that's as cracked as the nut it is trying to get into.
High energy within is held at bay from 7 a.m. to 5 p.m. By the time I can spend the energy, after 5 p.m, I am so beat down from the hours before I don't have the pep in my step to do it. It's not a physical beat down but a mental one.
It was very warm outside today, so I sat at my desk and ate lunch. While I was eating I thought to myself "I should have brought some small hand work like crocheting or a small hand quilted project like ornaments or a Christmas stocking This is a way I could use up some of this creative energy brewing inside".
I had a book to read, it's a good story, but when I"m in this frame of mind it is hard for me to stay focused on the story. I tried reading after I ate, but after a few paragraphs my mind began wondering. So I began to type.
You've guessed it, I started on this during my lunch break.
Yesterday David met me in Ozark and we spent my lunch hour together. We went to a flea market that Audre and I discovered last week when she and I spent lunch together.