So, yesterday, I made great progress tidying my work room. It started out as a plan to put a bunch of new materials away, and then devolved into fixing my lampwork bead boxes, sorting them by color, separating out the focals, you know, OCD organization. I venture this thought, however. The items I want the most will still hide from me when I need them. "It is inevitable," says the Greek chorus in my head.
In the evenings, while watching TV, I have been crocheting a purse for Autumn, and procrastinating on other things. I do feel a huge creative burst coming on, and all the laziness will be eclipsed by a flurry of projects in several media modes. Out of the depressive, into the mania, I always say! Maniacs rule!