If only I could sleep...

It is abnormally quiet here at the shop today...sort of strange. I feel like Edna Millay, and have been burning the candle at both ends...all day here, go home paint until late, sleep a bit, up early and paint some more...

I don't know hoe Keith does everything he does, how does he have the strength to get out of bed in the morning...

We are getting the peanut this weekend so that means I will be unable to do anything creativly until she leaves on Sunday night- maybe that's a good thing, give my brain a rest a bit. I fear I am getting obsessive, the way I do.

Will I be able to remember what it is like to not have to work? I am babbling...lack of sleep, lack of communication with the outside world- my only link sometimes is the computer...

The small painting that is shown is called "Sleeping Ophelia" - I struggled with this painting, at one point ripping off everything and starting over- I am happier now with it, it also fits my mood...I've been in a very Shakesperean mood as of late...wonder why...