Always Hoping It'll Get Better

It's New Year's Eve and I've got my feet up, resting as much as I can. I love my job, but it does take its toll on my legs, so many hours on my feet. In the two months since I started working as a cook I haven't done a single painting. I often fall asleep on the sofa when I get home, then get up and deal with dinner, laundry, or groceries, or whatever or nothing if I am extra tired. Was supposed to do two small paintings for my parents' Christmas present, and only got as far as the studies. But I have created a new menu for the coffee shop, compiled and revised recipes for it, and created a cookbook out of it. Maybe in time I can delegate more and more of the work and not be so tired out from it.

We were supposed to go to a party tonight, but I am really not up for it and am grateful that Steve is being such a good sport about it, as I know he wanted to go. We will stay snuggled in tonight and watch movies and eat one last blast of fun food. The weather is very gloomy and my spirits aren't the best, but I'm always hoping it'll get better, with better health, better finances, and better prospects for us all.