After a week of solidly grey skies, rain, rain and more rain, and a resolutely cold, dank, damp feel to everything, there has, at last, been some sunshine today. I'd almost forgotten that the sky could be blue.
I should be working today but my heart just isn't in it so I'm 'pottering' instead. This mostly consists of wandering aimlessly from room to room, picking things up then putting them back down again.
Sometimes in exactly the same spot.
My creative muse has taken a (hopefully brief) sabbatical, and although I should be beavering away in the workroom, making wonderful tiny toys, I just can't work up the enthusiasm.
There are zillions of other things I could be doing, which don't rely on my creative juices flowing, but I'm feeling a bit meh.
Not to mention blah.
With a soupcon of 'ho hum' thrown in for good measure.
Might just have a bit of a mooch around the interweb to see what's occurring.