June and I went for a drink last night, I had a bit of a lie-in this morning, I took my time getting myself together and I feel good.
There’s evidence to suggest that, taken in moderation, alcohol is good for us. As I haven’t been out for a drink for a few weeks, visiting the pub last night was very welcome indeed. I don’t like to get drunk these days, but three pints of Abbot Ale, which is fairly strong, was enough to make me a little merry.
So this morning I feel good. I was hoping to trim the hedges at the front of the house, but it’s blowing a gale at the moment and I’d probably end up chasing the clippings down the street. I’ll mow the lawn this afternoon once it’s dry again after yesterday’s rain.
On the subject of feeling good, or not, this article on the BBC news site suggests why we creative types may all be a little mad. When we try to deal with our problems, it’s often easier to do so if we can get some sort of handle on the causes of those problems.
I posted a new Mitchell cartoon this morning, which I drew yesterday. Just the thought of him rolling about with laughter at the misfortunes of a dog makes me smile. I have nothing against dogs, but have no difficulty putting myself into Mitchell’s position and seeing why he would find it so hilarious. This is probably what the BBC article was pointing to with the similarity to schizophrenia in creative minds. Well-developed characters speak in our minds with their own voices, but we know they are only the creations of our imagination.
The next Story to Nowhere episode will be posted tomorrow and this morning I created it. I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to say, but as I began writing it came to me quite quickly, along with the idea that I wanted to draw the image in pencil instead of in Photoshop as I have been doing. I don’t know if this will continue, but I’m pretty pleased with the end result.
By the smell of the aromas drifting up the stairs, I think that my lunch is being prepared by June and so I’ll close this off before I’m called to the table. Now I can smell it I realise I’m feeling rather peckish…