I woke up tired.
The dog peed in the hallway.
It's a Monday.
Read my emails, even the junkmail, cos there was nothing substantial there.
The dog is even a little energyless.
They are cutting a tree down across the road. Poor tree. It was a question of
the tree or the house. The dwelling won. But there's going to be an empty space on the street. Poor tree - just sitting there minding it's own business.
Need to carry on with edits. No energy.
Laundry basket overrun with clothes and a dog who's doing a degree of underwear at the University of Life.
Need to ring vet.
Cold KFC for lunch.
No. Depression it isn't. Just slow roasted procrastination.
The sun is shining.
Decided to write and illustrate a graphic novel.
And it's a perfect day to wash/edit/eat KFC/ringing vets/seek inspiration/in other words:
What's the prob Bob?