Shushu, laid to waste with One of Her Heads for the best part of 3 days, rose like Lazarus today and soldiered on, if only because the prospect of periodically opening her eyes to the monotony of a bedroom ceiling, only to wince, curse the Universe and all that it manifests and then hotfoot it back to unconsciousness, was enough to bore her to death.
So.
The yoga room, while not entirely unscarred by recent events, is nonetheless clean, tidy and ready for action.
The floors throughout the house are - for the next 5 minutes anyway - clean enough to eat from and
The studio is up, running and making me think - albeit vaguely - about crafting again.
I owe this last one to Sandra. The way she and Bogi ripped through that studio renovation positively shamed me into action.
Hmmm... and here was I thinking I was on a Low Achievement Jag. Funny how the mind works; double vision can play tricks on your perception, making everything look twice as hard and only half as good.
In other news, the figs, while still as hard as bullets.....
are starting to smell.....
well....figgy.
Stay tuned, Fig Lovers. It's all going to happen very suddenly.
