Another weekend down the hole.
I tend to get this way during the summer: completely disillusioned. Bah! Maybe I’ll make something happen this summer. Anyhow, it seems time to make another trek to Santa Barbara soon. I feel that urge inside me. Going. Going…..
Well the weekend wasn’t a complete waste. I did my laundry this morning, and I’m in the final stretch of Lady Chatterly’s Lover. Did some painting. Practiced Chopin’s Ballade #1 and started on his Ballad #2. I’m a partee anima(l).