It’s one of those dull and dreary overcast snowy days and I’m sitting inside my house sneezing my face off. Would you not think all the airborne allergens would be frozen solid by November? We have a constantly running air purifier on our furnace and I have another small one right beside me supposedly sucking the impurities out of my breathing space. Maybe I’m allergic to my choice of tissues. Wouldn’t that be funny? Whatever. I’ve given up trying to figure it out and will eventually get tired of my sniffling and watering eyes and take a 24 hour relief allergy pill. The strange thing is, tomorrow I may be perfectly fine with no symptoms at all. It’s a perfect day to stay inside where it’s warm so that’s my current plan. I am working on a drawing which is all about perspective and vanishing points and proportions and who knows how many other “p” words. If pain in the ass comes up, you will never see it. This morning W got the stitches removed from his right hand where he had a procedure done to straighten out his ring and pinky fingers. He has to wear a splint to keep them straight and will be going to some kind of hand rehab place starting next week. My sister recently had carpal tunnel surgery on her right hand and is still in recovery mode. Last night I started knitting a cotton dish cloth (you are officially old when you think this is an interesting way to spend your time) and my right hand went all tingly and numb so I stopped. Taking frequent breaks helps. This doesn’t happen when I draw. Yet. I cannot imagine what my mood would be like if my right hand suddenly ceased to function normally. Well, the problem is, I CAN imagine it and it’s not pretty. So let’s all be grateful for the use of whichever hand we use the most to get through our day! If you don’t type with a pencil between your teeth or paint with your feet, you are one of the lucky ones. Okay, I’m taking a pill now. Because my nose is going all tingly and numb. Along with my brain. Hey, it’s a day and it’s a post My work here is done.