The Great Beach Crisis
Jan. 20th, 2004 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
morslaSitting at my desk, I slowly worked my way through the painting contracts. Sunlight through my window gave the only sign of a new day's arrival, and I pushed it to the back of my mind - determined to get another few pieces done. As the sun rose higher, though, the day grew warmer... and freshly mixed colours began to congeal on the palette. Time for drastic measures.
I considered my options, and the resources available to me. Painting in the fridge was out, as the light goes off when the door is shut - I'd be needing that door to keep things cool. Extinguishing the sun offered some hope, but could alarm the humans somewhat, contravening my latest orders to maintain calm. Something far more drastic was called for - it was time to go to the beach.
The best thing about working for myself, and being prepared to forgo sleep, is that I can take off whenever I need to. Of course, years will go by where the art of getting-the-hell-away-from-work is lost to me, and in those dark times I slave away at business as usual. Thankfully, today was not one of those days. After a quick message to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jilavre, I found someone else with just as much desire to stay cooped up at home as myself (somewhere less than "none at all"), and we headed off to Brighton Beach.
The sea breeze did a great job, clearing away the desk-dwelling haze that has settled on my mind of late. Eventually, it was too cold to stay on the sand (hah - I laugh at your feeble "thirty-seven degree forecasts"), and many miles of walking were done, over sand, rocks, and the occasional walking track.
Sure, my desk is still littered with haf-finished work, and I never managed to get into the uni to wave sharp things at the faculty admin, but I think I recharged a bit today. I'm sure that I'll be needing it, by the weekend...
I considered my options, and the resources available to me. Painting in the fridge was out, as the light goes off when the door is shut - I'd be needing that door to keep things cool. Extinguishing the sun offered some hope, but could alarm the humans somewhat, contravening my latest orders to maintain calm. Something far more drastic was called for - it was time to go to the beach.
The best thing about working for myself, and being prepared to forgo sleep, is that I can take off whenever I need to. Of course, years will go by where the art of getting-the-hell-away-from-work is lost to me, and in those dark times I slave away at business as usual. Thankfully, today was not one of those days. After a quick message to
jilavre, I found someone else with just as much desire to stay cooped up at home as myself (somewhere less than "none at all"), and we headed off to Brighton Beach.The sea breeze did a great job, clearing away the desk-dwelling haze that has settled on my mind of late. Eventually, it was too cold to stay on the sand (hah - I laugh at your feeble "thirty-seven degree forecasts"), and many miles of walking were done, over sand, rocks, and the occasional walking track.
Sure, my desk is still littered with haf-finished work, and I never managed to get into the uni to wave sharp things at the faculty admin, but I think I recharged a bit today. I'm sure that I'll be needing it, by the weekend...
