Night subtly merges into day and vice versa in Whistler during this time of year... plus it's been raining non-stop for almost a week so far. What a schlep it is to get motivated. At. All.
What to do, what to do. Three bears awaiting to be painted stare at me with hollow eyes. I watch wispy steam curls rise from the cup of coffee. It reminds me of the time I accidentally cleaned a paint brush in coffee and took a sip of dirty paint water. The fireplace pops and snaps behind me, running low on wood. Dishes in the sink. Dave's running out of clean t-shirts. I wish it would stop raining for one friggin' day... thank goodness ennui doesn't cause cancer, 'cuz I'd be terminal for sure.