ArtMetal

Yep. I took a metal mental vacation. Wanted it sooo bad, but couldn't let go. Did it. Let go. Did nothing. Played with boys, ate with food. Puttered around and did the online jigsaw puzzle. (whoever showed that to me, damn, a full on addiction now). First day felt guilt. Second day felt confused. Third day, well third day I was puking my guts out. Fourth day was taking on 'other' projects. Fifth day, I was done. Just done. It was time. I spent all day in excitement and relief. I finally get to get back to work! I could hardly sleep last night out of excitment. I am only writing because I need to finish my coffee. And then to work. Work. Yay! Back to my babies. Back to my life! Damn gotta do this more often. Vacation for clarification. But now, I get to work...