The morning is bright and sunny. I’m still irritably irked. It is a double whammy alright. Unfortunately, my nature is such that once something has got a hold of me, it is hard for me to let it go. I’m like Sheba with a bone. I miss her. If she was here, she could always make me feel better. But she’s not. I have to do it myself.

I’m not moving fast, weighed down by my miserable nature. But the day is started. I’ve dugged out another small patch in my flower bed. It is a little harder this morning, the soil being dryer. But it is very satisfying to get all those damn creeping bellflower roots up and out. When I see the network of carrot like tubers and fine fibers attached, it is no wonder they’re so difficult to get rid off. I am careful not to overdo. A little dab at a time will do it. Mission completed.

That is the approach I will have to take when the going gets tough. My brain is a bit foggy when I’m moody. I have to push a little harder through the mist to find the words and thoughts. I can think of it as aerobics for my mind. My vision can be clouded by my feelings. I can be wrong about many things in this state. It is better to do less rather than more. It is better for me to be slower than faster.

I have a tea to attend at Hues Art Supply this afternoon. It’s where I have been taking my art classes. For the month of July and August, they are displaying the students’ art. So two of my paintings are showing for the month of July.