The reason for lack of quality seems to be my less-than-stellar mood. You might recall from a few posts back, that my mom was diagnosed with lung cancer back in mid-February. (For those of you playing along at home: she's doing quite well. The tumor's shrunk, she's coughing hardly at all, and her voice has cleared up a LOT. All good things.)
However, even though that cancer thing becomes "normal" after awhile... it doesn't really stop one thinking about it. Ever. And that's made me super-moody. I have a pretty low tolerance for people in general, cranky most of the time, and almost always preoccupied.
Mom, if you're reading this... Sorry. It is what it is. Stop having cancer and I'll stop worrying about it. Deal?
ANYWAY, today I tried to personify my mood... or at least put a grungy, lumpy, angry, misshapen face to it. It was sort of cathartic! Maybe I'll color him a sort of acid green just out of spite.