Sad owl. Jumpy jane

In the most conspicuous spot, I hung sad owl. I found this little print in an antique store. It's a small owl perched on nothingness with a white background and he most sad look on his downturned face. Sometimes it looks serene, like a turkey going limp when he's upside down in the kill cone. It's my favorite albrecht durer print and it was a gem to find on a sunny north Carolina day with my mom as she rifled through boxes and boxes of old costume jewelry.
Sad owl calms me down.

I recently hit the point of exhaustion where I could sleep for days. But for some odd reason yesterday as I dragged myself to work, I got the strangest second wind where I felt like I was super caffeinated but I didn't have coffee but i was super energetic. Weird. Kinda reminded me of a runners high like tha one day I decided to try a treadmill and then was so shocked I actually liked it that I did t want to get off.
But then I wonder if it's high blood pressure. Great. Stupid no health insurance. Or maybe it's anxiety as I can't do anything right. I'm not sure if I have too much responsibility or expectations are too high.  I did make some delicious meatball subs and chicken Parmesan wih homemade sauce to calm my nerves. Tonigt I might cook a ham. And reubans. Mmmmm

Today I have a car filled with boxes and boxes of Amish canner tomatoes. All I need is some garlic, oregano and salt and maybe a few secret spices and I'll have enought sauce to last me until next summer... Maybe.

George is gone now and I'm foster dogless and trying to detox in order to get my jumpiness in the middle of crush season down. No soda, no double shots. No beer... Well at least for one night. Maybe two. But tonight is wine and chocolate where laura and I go through and find the perfect pairings of some oddly flavored chocolates (lavender?) and then proceed with the night slightly buzzed with a sugar high. So much for detox.
And I got a french press so I can stop paying so much money for crappy gas station coffee. Organic fair trade and turning on the burner kinda warms my house a bit since I'm boycotting turning on my electric heaters. Not looking forward to that bill, but gas is included in rent... So I'm going to try my hand at baking again. A warm apartment that smells like fresh baked bread sounds wonderful.