A crazy persons Saturday

STUDIO CAT! Tuco likes to be in charge of the musical selections while we work

What kinda crazy person gets up right before 4am on a SATURDAY...has 2 cups of coffee and decides the kitchen and bathroom need to be decluttered..... before breakfast? This kinda crazy person. I then decided the momentum was ON and I handled up on folding all the laundry and putting it away. Defurring the "sofa" (its a scratched up hand me down love seat) and putting clean coverlets on it, fresh shams on the pillows and scrubbing down all the pet bowls.

I'm not really sure if this is adulting or neurosis but I think it is the latter.

A healthy yogurt bowl with flaxseed, chia, nuts and berries and a nice stretching session with my back implements and I'm sitting in the studio feeling kinda accomplished.

Soon my gym will open and I'll be on my way to PROJECT NO CHEMO DAY 3! I think today will be more tidying up- I'm between projects and waiting on approvals and thats the BEST time to get a jump on making my home livable. It is already a hot day here in Dallas and I want to do some art in my studio but may have to move my studio into the dining room.

Was this really a blog about how productive you can be with 2 cups of coffee while the world is fast asleep? I guess it was! :D

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