Tired View

Ink in HandBook Co. square sketchbook
Drawn laying down, looking out the window since that was all I had energy for today.

Usually this “fall-back day” is my favorite day of the year because we get an extra hour. I like to wait until an hour in the day that I’m enjoying and want another of and THEN set my clock back. That way I really get to enjoy and experience that extra hour. But I was feeling so wiped out today that I’ve decided to wait until tomorrow to grab the extra hour. I’m working from home a half-day tomorrow, so I can wait until I’m done working and then get a whole new hour back.I was feeling so funky and in a slump today that I decided to call in sick to my internal boss and play hooky. It was nice not pushing myself to accomplish anything other than a walk (to the store for milk and donuts which cancelled out the walk) . I’m recovering from a busy week and a super-busy and headachey day yesterday.

I taught my watercolor class in the morning followed by a birthday party for Cody who is turning 26 tomorrow. The party was on my ex’s new yacht (it’s truly a yacht, not just a sailboat — it’s quite big and beautiful with seating for 10 inside and outside, two bedrooms and two bathrooms and even a freezer to hold the ice cream cake that I brought). It’s berthed in Sausalito at the very end of the dock, so that sitting on it you have a view of the bay, the seals and sea birds sunning themselves on the dock and the hills of Tiburon across the water. The weather couldn’t have been more perfect, just enough wind for the sails and high 70s temperatures. The 10 of us (including my wonderful sons, niece, sister ex-husband, and most of their significant others) sailed out past Alcatraz, the Golden Gate Bridge and the Bay Bridge towards San Francisco and then enjoying the sunset, we feasted on sushi, salad, ribs, potato salad and birthday cake.

The only downside was my headache (not made better by the boat’s great sound system, with satelite radio pumping 80s rock through multiple speakers inside and outside the boat). By the time I returned home I was so exhausted that the idea of posting to the blog was absolutely impossible, which is rare. Normally I can eke out something, but I didn’t even want to see a computer, just a nice plump pillow.