Another thunderstorm rolled through DC last night, bringing in its wake some refreshing, cool air. I'm so glad because I was beginning to bounce off the walls by yesterday afternoon. I took my walk of course - by myself since none of the dogs was interested, but I have to admit it wasn't fun. It was like walking around inside an oven. Cathartic, perhaps, but not enjoyable.
Eventually I gave up on the idea of spending time outdoors, fetched my colored pencils and started drawing. I started on paper, of course, but boredom (or was it creativity?) inspired me to put away the sketchbook so as to work in a multimedia environment. I drew some nice silver circles on my bathroom door. With a purple sharpie, I drew the Chinese character zhong (means "center") on the back of all my tank tops. Constrained by the relatively small size of my tank tops, I turned to my bedspread. That's one hulkin' dude of a zhong on my old bedspread. I like it.
I was on the verge of beginning a zhong mural on the wall when I realized it was time to start making dinner. Thank God for the dinner bell!
You see I am truly not fit to be stuck indoors for long periods of time. I am SO glad the weather broke! Oh yeah!