A Stuart Smalley kind of day...

Today I feel a bit like Stuart Smalley. I look in the mirror and try to egg myself on, but I just want to cry. I've just come from the massage therapist (sometimes referred to in my mind as the sadist). Now it isn't just the back that hurts, it's my whole body. I had a long day at work today and the last thing I want to do when I get home is more work. Grocery shopping is undone (I can't reach for stuff on the shelves anymore) so it's another takeout night. Hubby didn't think about dinner in the two hours he spent patiently waiting by the TV for me to get home. I keep asking him to take on more and more because I can't do it. And if I don't work in the studio I get cranky. Physical therapist is getting ready to start me on strengthening exercizes for my back. Ow and WooHoo! Maybe I'll be able to use a wet belt sander soon. In the meantime I just don't feel like doing anything. I have been home for three hours and I haven't looked in the kiln (in the next room) to see how last night's composition came out. Everything I need to do next involves using my back so I can't do anything without someone else's help. This is one of those days when I just don't know how I will ever have enough energy to work in the studio again. Ever. I know, I know. “I’m good enough, I’m smart enough and doggone it, people like me...”

I am definitely having a Stuart day. Think I'll just go to bed and try all over again tomorrow.