First week back, and it feels like I’ve been there the whole time, and yet I’m still in holiday auto-pilot, or something or other, but whatever it is, I just don’t feel like doing anything.
I’m pretty happy with all my subjects — they say second year’s the worst. I beg to differ — every year feels like it’s the worst. Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating; you’ll have to ask me what I feel like in late May.
In January I made a resolution, my only resolution since I (and the rest of the world) am terrible at keeping them, to maintain an art journal. I would write or draw or paste or whatnot something everyday, but I broke this resolution last month. So yes, I feel guilty. But now I’ve adjusted the resolution to be more manageable – one diary entry per week, or more, if possible. Somehow I don’t think my resolution will last…
Meanwhile, let me say happy happy happy birthday to Ron Weasley, who would be 28 years old by now (in canonverse)! He and Hermione have already had Rose! I calculated Hermione fell pregnant when she was 26. I forgot how old Hugo is meant to be. *sighs* They are so adorable – just too squeeworthy.
