watercolour and ink on paper
Clearly disappointed
Clearly disappointed he was there. Had been hoping for a nice quiet time cooking lunch only to find he was there. Normally the trouble would be to try to figure out the social dance to get away from the kitchen to come back in town, fifteen minutes when it was free. But this wasn't normal times. There was no fear of causing offence because offence had been given many times. No, all it took was a bloody hell and to bugger off until the next day.
What do I want, what is it that I really want. There are a lot of things on that list but one thing that frequents the top is that I want to feel purposeful in my task. I want to feel that when I do the repetitive, the mundane, the chore, that is the point I want to feel I am part of a greater purpose. Feel it, deep in my core feel it. The problem is I don't, more than half of my days I don't.
June 24
Say something nice, clever, funny, or uplifting. This will be easy on a Monday when...
