Hooky

Stressed, depressed, anxious. . . and no reason why, I guess.  I've decided to throw in the towel and stay away from the factory today.  I have more to do than I can stand to think about, but I do, and thinking about it wears me out.  Not much of a cowboy.  It's just work.  But it is the work I can't stand.

Today I will try to do some things that will help me catch up.

Glad that I could keep you informed about this.  It is fascinating.  I am kidding.  I don't want to be "that guy."  It has nothing to do with that.

"Whatever happened to. . . ?"

Fill in the blank.  Jack Nicholson.  Julia Roberts.  The guy from "My Cousin Vinnie."  Dustin Hoffman.  Warren Beaty.  Etc.

I don't want to ask those questions.

But I wonder sometimes.

I have to pick out lumber today.  I have an underground leak in my irrigation system that I am told is easy to fix, but it scares me to try.  I have weeds to pick and still a big pile of wood that used to be a deck to get rid of.

Mimosas got the best of me.  At least that is what started it.  You know how it ended.

I think that one of the things I have disliked about my recent pictures is the clarity.  I don't want that.  The images should be softer.  I haven't had time to work on that, but I will.  The images should be detailed by contrast, not resolution.  This will take a whole lot of thinking.  But the today's picture is more what I am thinking of.

O.K.  I have to go away now.  Sitting here is stressing me out.  There are too many things to do.