Ceilings and smoke

Ow. Ow Ow Ow.

Our ceiling is finished except for one strip at the end! Yay!

My knees, shins and some spots on my hands are turning brown and purple. Yay?

My arms and shoulders scream in agony at the effort of lifting my coffee mug.

But our ceiling is basically done!

We also cleaned out the downstairs to prep for sheet rocking, took more loads of stuff to the connex box, loads of stuff to the dump (construction leftovers, mostly), and started on those bazillion teensy tasks to get the downstairs finished.

Today, it is smoky. And I don't mean a little. Woke up during the night struggling for clear air, can't see to the end of the driveway, everything tastes like smoke, the sun is an orange you'll never find in a crayon box.

Noon deadline today, have to run....

Art and ow and can't stop moving...

Feeling a bit low about my artwork these days. Worked feverishly on a piece for portrait adoption, liked it, Jake rightly pointed out that she looked all out of balance, so I erased huge swaths of it, tried to draw in about seventeen different figures for the decent face, failed miserably, wrote a poem about the failure, went back in and turned it into a mermaid drawing, which I still mostly like (and mermaids are a great excuse for frilly, frivolous fins and whirly hair and ignoring things like gravity and hips), but it's still not RIGHT, and I know I haven't got the color skills to pull off the lighting I put in.

Sketched another piece for PA that turned out like subgrade kindergarten work.

And, as my art time totaled about two hours for all of last week, that's what I got.

I couldn't give my originals away on eBay. Sheeeeesh...

Must shake art funk! And I did get a portrait adopted this weekend, with a mousepad add-on, no less. :)

Tonight, I go soak in the tubs at the pool for a while to ease my bruises and all those poor over-worked muscles (no back spasms, thank heavens!), then I've got some t-shirts and mousepads and prints to make, then I go home, do dishes, and try to sleep in the muggy, smoky heat. No work on the house tonight... Jake's calling contractors about scheduling sheetrock installation *crosses fingers* and I can't move without limping. We pushed hard this weekend, and we'll be back at it again tomorrow.

I have Jennie's plane tickets, yay!

Okay, time to go. Woo.