One Thousand Seven Hundred And Thirty-Fifth Night

I was up later than I wanted to be last night because my parents were up later than I wanted them to be, so all in all, everyone was slow to wake today. I decided to give myself a complete break from everything. No writing and no sculpting. The most I did was go out to plant garlic for Mother.

I vacuum my office–there are bits of paper and clay all over the place–so I'll probably do that later. That is the most I planned to accomplish in the foreseeable future. My back and shoulders need the rest. It was slightly better today. Or rather, it wasn't complete agony. I don't plan to work on my statue at all until I can raise my arm all the way without wincing. It is an annoying setback but if rest is what the body demands, I'll only be adding to the debt if I do not acquiesce.

Yours & Mine,

S.O. Skinner