Not One Bit Of Art, and a RANT ALERT!!!

Ah yes...that pretty much sums up yesterday. While I need days off, here is what yesterday looked like at Chateau Lockard:
First, the new mail server had quite nicely deleted all my settings for what was and was NOT Spam, so I spent a couple of hours in the morning re-entering 100+ e-mail addresses, white listing them. Then I got to go through all the bulk mailings I subscribe to, and try and figure out which ones were in the said white list and the ones needing to be put there. This was not fun.....in any way, shape or form. By the time I was finished, I had a whopping headache, plus I assume the hip hurt because I had sat on it for so long.
Second, (related to the first), I discovered the lady I keep in contact with about doing church banners had written me, and said useless mail server had decided to dump her letter---which had business in it---into the Spam file while letting through lovely smarmy e-mail about things being enlarged or people who want to *be my friend*. Obviously they do not KNOW ME. And I really don't need and/or WANT anything enlarged. Ahem!
Third, I had a good painting fall off the wall, straight down behind a glass nightlight. The light bulb shattered into pieces too small for my decrepit eyes to see, but I figured the fingers and toes would find them soooooooo......
Fourth, I was FORCED to get the vacuum out and start sucking glass. I could not see it, I could only hear it. And being as OCD as I am, and having not cleaned the studio in a while, I was discovering all sorts of nasty tidbits that I really did not want to share my space with, so a full fledged attack on the floor began. Which, considering the amount of crappola I have in here, is nigh impossible.
So I did the obvious and sensible thing; I sat down and played on Facebook a while. Quite a while. Sweep a little, read a little, sweep, sweep, sweep.......wait a minute. That's beginning to sound vaguely like a song from "Oklahoma!"
THREE HOURS LATER.......
I finally have enough of the dust up that I don't feel too guilty about sitting again, I've actually put a few things away and I am pretty much done for the day. My time has been spent on drivel--useless and inane, back breaking, giving me pains all down the leg, and all because a painting had to fall off the wall.
I did, however, find two books I forgot I had (and have not read) and got more things put away. It is that amount of Southern Blood that rises to the surface and forces me to submit to the sweeper. It should be illegal. Someone should do this for me. There are so many better ways to spend time......dang! Housework is the spawn of the Devil's Arse!!!!!

(deep exhale....)
Okay, I feel better.
On the bright side, it looks like I will be doing a set of Christmas Banners, so that is actually money, which I've seen little of since the great fall, and I am quite happy about that. Will meet probably sometime next week. And I should shut up and count my blessings, which are very many.
So get out there and enjoy the day; let the house wait, let life grab your hand and take you for a joyride!
And go make art!

Pax.