Two weeks into break and time has nearly lost all meaning…

Except in the case of deadlines for paid work, I can’t tell a Tuesday morning from a Friday morning. Oh, turns out, today is Friday. Thought it was Thursday. Kids are mental, as per usual. So no surprises there. Have some events coming up in the next week or so, and I strive to get more paid projects completed, so that I can start new ones in a fresh state of mind, and not with lingering change orders hanging over my head. Hard to be creative if you need to go back to old work to make a stream of client requested minor tweaks.

Our niece will be coming by for a visit soon, so it’ll be mayhem here for an hour or two. They all play well together as they are equally spaced in age. Which is nice, for a change.

Have been sleeping terribly these last two weeks, not sure why. Possibly the stress/tension of everybody being home 24/7 and never having any personal space from one another. A lot of panic driven dreams. Yikes. Probably adds to why time is feeling disjointed and out of sorts.