Return of the Pseudo Step Child

My s.o. and I had a nice quiet summer while his son was away visiting his mother on the other side of the country. The boy just got back in - literally hasn't been here more than an hour. I'm glad he's back - I know how much my s.o. is excited to have him home. I was able to enjoy one last night of sleeping in the nude, one last ice cream dinner, one last loud humping session, and one last quiet evening watching what I wanted to while I knitted. It was an easy transition when he left but a harder one for him returning. It's easy to be lax and let loose, but much harder to tighten it all up and get back into a routine. I really don't want to get back to a schedule and am not planning on it. I am consuming a second glass of wine for the evening. I plan on running after work tomorrow. I think that my inability - no I won't call it that because I am perfectly capable - my unwillingness to go back to the routine might just cause some fissures.

I'm planning on being more bohemian in my year of being thirty. I'm going to be a little more free spirited - going out for drinks after work, meeting up with friends at the last minute, taking road trips and little timeouts for my creative self.

I've been adding things to my projects list and hopefully I will be able to get a few of them completed and off the list before I add too many more. I guess it is a good thing to have too many ideas for thinks to make. I just have to get myself to start plugging away at them. I did knit for a while tonight. I have 30 rows left to go on the first sleeve of the green hoodie that I'm making. I have printed the xerox prints for testing some techniques for my Half Marathon Woman piece (acrylic gel transfers with some added painted color and applied to a gesso board). I just have to finish the photoshopped background, take the images for the center portrait part, put together the symbolism for the objects surrounding the portrait and then shoot that. Then I have to find the best way to execute the project so that it has the feel that I think it should. Complicated - and the first real "Art" (with a capital A) piece that I have put together since college (7 years ago).