Saturday, January 30, 2010
January 27, 2010
Painting the office shouldn't be that big of a deal, but I worked on it all day long, and still couldn't finish. I was feeling trapped, having been inside all day, and watching the last bits of sun fade from the day. As I resignedly picked up my brush to paint around the light switch, I inexplicably burst into tears. My husband took my brush from me and pointed me to the door. It was already dark, but I went out anyway and took a couple of hours to walk off the mood. I came back and found my room painted.