I'm looking at old paintings and listening to The New Yorker podcasts. It feels good. The beast have stopped roaming and are asleep again. They run around normally for about a two minutes and then give into being sleepy. It's cute. Mon and I about a few (20 minutes ago) went for a walk. We play with other dogs and dodge bumblebees.
Moose found a box and is now using it as her home base.
I'm surrounded by comics and art and in my studio I feel alive as I drink my smoothie I have had for 2 months now and lost I think maybe 12 pounds as well as my bike rides. It feels like .....infinite in a good way.
painter out