Motivation has left the building.
I don't know what my problem is but mostly I just want to nap and watch movies. It doesn't help that my back is being stupid right now but really, I just can't seem to get my bum in gear long enough to work on anything. Artwork has been mostly just a whole bunch of stops and starts. About the only thing I've been doing is chipping away at the border on Babette #1.
I fear it will never end. I've done two rows of green and one row of bright blue. I'm on the row of darker blue and plan to do two more - one purple and one red. My next knitting/crochet project will be gray. Or white. Or beige. I'm all burned out on the color. Its making me twitchy and if I wasn't so darn close to the end I'd probably give up.
Jaws has become something of an obsession since the cable stations are showing it obsessively. For someone like me who has a water phobia, this isn't really something I should be looking at. But this little video I found on youtube kind of takes the sting out of it:
So in between watching that and doing double crochets until I'm blue in the face, I've been hanging out with my furry little friend. Dooley claims me when I am home for longer then ten minutes, he's been a constant shadow. Which finally allowed me to take a photo of him with his new haircut.
Why do I torture you with this? Because its a drastic difference. Don't believe me? Check it out.
Before (this is three months worth of no grooming due to his scratched eye):
After (he is lounging on mom's bed, hence the prolific pinkness everywhere):
I think he's just happy to be able to see and hear again, the fur was taking over.
I took him to the post office with me the other day and got another shot of him hanging out the window.
I'm tempted to give it a shot myself the next time I go out.
I've only got a few days left until I return to the rat race. I'm trying hard not to think about it. Who knows, maybe in the next few days I'll get a burst of energy and accomplish something.