Yes, I'm doing it. And I did most of yesterday afternoon too. Rest time. Sock knitting time. Soaking in a big warm bubble bath until I nodded off. A good movie and chocolate ice cream.
......on a humid Indiana morning; the sun a fiery glowing disc and everything else in neutral, fog shrouded color. The photo doesn't quite capture the languid and heavy air, the smell of damp in the shrubs and grass, the feeling of a slowly paced day ahead. 
Where is it written that every long holiday weekend you have to end up on your knees, working like a dog? Somehow, that's the weekend here. But this pic of me is sooooo humiliating that I thought for those of you also working yourselves to death, you could get a laugh and that might relieve a bit of the stress! Believe me, on Sunday and Monday, I am NOT working, unless it is art and I don't consider that work.
