I’m a grade A lurker.
I mean FIRST CLASS, y’all.
If they gave out medals for lurking instead of writing, I’d get gold. If there were a kingdom, I would be its Queen.
Another morning pages ? collage.
It’s gross and smoky here, and it’s hard to breathe or even think. I’m allergic to smoke, so even with the house closed up and air filters and wearing a mask the few times I’ve had to go outside, I’ve been in a state of stuffy, swollen, painful semi-awareness since this haze descended over the PNW.
Even with this very obvious, national-newsworthy reason for feeling unwell, I’ve been lambasting myself about my lack of productivity the last few days, that all I’ve had the energy for is the bare minimum that is absolutely required for me to get to next week.
Sitting almost still and making small collages doesn’t require much analytical thinking, however, which I can handle. Cut, arrange, glue stick in place.
Stay safe and healthy, everybody.