A post about plans that were not destined to come true.
On the eve of three weekends, I had some plans.
Namely: Draw a portrait of the mother
Start introducing you to the books I've read lately,
Record a video with a poem,
And in general, take a few new photos.
What did I make of this? Nothing.
And why? Because no matter how much life teaches me and beats my forehead against the truth known to all of us, I just can't let it into my life.
On Friday, my first day off, I ran like a broom around the city, and I decided that I would start doing the rest of the business on Saturday, well, I'll definitely start. Three days ahead, the weather is good, I will have time for everything. Saturday came, while I cleaned up and after dinner I feel everything. The infection got into my body and settled there pretty quickly, because it was already unbearable to even look at anything. Legs ache, little hands tremble, a blue vein in his forehead beats, count the painting by Repin "Swam" has begun.
And what truth do we immediately remember here? Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today. And now I look at the weather for my weekend, and there they transmit wonderful torrential rains.
And yes, of course, a factor that does not depend on me is a cold. But all the same, I don't really like such setups from the body. After all, now you have to cram failed plans into what is already planned for next weekend. So to speak, we shove the unpushable.
But I don't touch these beauties with my hands, because they are still vengeful young ladies, albeit beautiful, infections) These are not harmless bees that die after being bitten, these will sting until you are covered with pimples, over and over again. In general, rabid creatures, you can watch, you can not touch.