Owie!

I’m just a-hurtin’ this morning.  Lots of twisting around in awkward angles while painting, combined with a horrible night’s sleep, has led to me feeling like Mr. Bendy after being played with by an A.D.D. child who skipped a Ritalin dose.  On the bright side, the “tomato bisque” color of the kitchen cabinetry has now been replaced by a very bright and vivid red, which looks great against the yellow walls, dark soapstone countertops, and natural woodwork.  Tonight I will put up the last of the cabinet-fronts, and do some minor touch ups, and will have the distinct pleasure of crossing off another project from the list.

 

Aside from workin’ on the house, my hubby and I had the good fortune to head up to Pasadena yesterday for an Easter party at Ben n’ Mandy’s.  As usual, great company, wonderful food, lots of laughs, and many a moment of shaking my head at the uber-amazing amount of talent that that guy has.  This time around, he made the Arts and Crafts fireplace mantel and surround, using quarter-sawn oak of course, complete with cast metal MacIntosh rose insets.  GRRRRRRR!  He is just sickly, sickly, SICKLY talented.

 

Returning home last night at around 10:00, my hubby and I headed for bed.  Exhausted, I think we both passed right out.  Then, at around 2:30 – PHOONK, I was awake.  My brain was just racing with ideas – embroidery concepts, cooking concepts, steps involved in the next house project, garden ideas, thoughts about furniture plans and layout, etc., etc., etc.  I can’t stand when that happens.  Physically, I am tired – REALLY tired.  But sometimes my brain just fills with creative ideas at the wrong time.  Pretty soon, my heart is racing, and I feel the need to move, move, move, now, now, now - no sleep at that point.  Whenever I tried to convince myself to shut off and rest, something would disturb me – the light coming from outside, the snoring of the cat (yes, our cats snore), shadows, etc.  I SHOULD have just gotten up and done something.  But no… stubbornly I decided to stay in bed.  2:00…2:30…3:00…3:30…4:00… 4:30 was the last time that I recall seeing on the clock.  The next think I knew, the alarm blared at 6:30 as my hubby rose from bed. 

 

Le sigh. 

 

We’ll see how I am after yoga tonight.  If I’m smart, it’ll be an early night.