Pencil doodle, the Olympian

Both days of the weekend have been much the same. Any attempt to get into the mental art-space ends up with the urge to sleep. It took a few hours this morning to find the energy to drift over to the supermarket and grab some groceries. It was a slow, lethargic, effort. My mind seems like a big bag of feathers rather than a tuned device for thinking. It is not a bad thing. The last few months have been savage on the emotions and exhausting generally. There has not been a chance to rest without disturbance. The air seems cleaner and I feel very relaxed. It can’t last long I suppose but for now the idea of resting rather than worrying is attractive so I will go with that.