This was the one and only day when I copped out of art class. Despite thinking that I'd calmed down about the current project, the fact that I was lying awake thinking about it till five in the morning convinced me otherwise. I then thought how utterly ridiculous this was, the whole point of taking art classes is for enjoyment, not getting in a stew about it. I composed an email (on notebook) to my art teacher, telling her that I wouldn't be attending this week and giving her an outline of the reasons. When I finally woke very late in the morning I sent it. By that time I felt really rough and had a headache.
There's always the option to do something other than the current project but I'd got myself so upset about it that I couldn't face joining in the class. It's a three week project, I'll join in next week but will find something else to paint.
Went for a walk, it was midday and it was warm enough for just a t-shirt. Back home, a bit of lunch although I had no appetite, then cut the front lawn, dug the bulbs out of the flowerbeds and planted new plants.
My friend L phoned after class to see how she I was, the teacher had been concerned about me and asked L if it was a good idea to ring me to persuade me to join the class, L said no. She knew I would just get upset.
Later on my friend came round to sort out some things in the garage, NN was snipping things on her front garden the whole time he was here, there can't have been a twig left untouched.