Man, every afternoon at work I think that I can’t wait to get home and do some sewing or painting. Then I get home and have no energy. Today after dinner I sat down on the sofa under a blanket to warm up. And didn’t move. I even considered taking a nap, I was so tired. Maybe it’s the time change.

Besides my furry blankets, I’m thankful for a quiet work day, help from a colleague, seeing my kid’s artistic endeavors, and feeling better.