Tommorow (Thursday) where I live, I am taking time for myself for a few hours. I have begun to feel burned out, with my life, my art, my blog and doubting if I should continue on with this. Usually I take a small vacation from blogland to recharge my batteries . I am still debating this, but when I take this break I miss my blog. I run out of things to say and sometimes its just as I put dribble drabble. I read other blogs and they have important things to say, deep things to say. And how come I dont, dont I have deep thoughts, important things to say apparently not, because at this moment not one comes into my head (lol) Do you get sick hearing about my life, and what I do. I think I need new things to say, and I need to start going out more to have something to say. So I am off to get a pedicure and we will see what Majay has to say (that's if I can understand her). I am going to report back any important things that happen to me tomorrow. After all I have to go to the bank, I will talk to the teller. Yesterday we talked about all the hunky soccer players on the Italian team and how good they looked in those little white shirts, and that they should be made to wear them all the team. This time we will talk about the interest rate (not to interesting). I then go to the hospital and before visiting my mother, I visit all my favourite people there, the lady that sits in the hall asking me to hand her the phone, which happens to be my purse, we have quite the conversation. The nurses who know me, we talk about the weather, also the soccer players and of course some of the good looking doctors my mother has. Then its off to the vet to see about devil dog stitches, then the store, then home. I know that the riveting conversations I will have will illicit from you my dear readers a flurry of questions like where do those deep thoughts come from?