I’m not sure what to write here this morning. I think one can read my late late post as evasive. That one would be me. I’m being evasive. I have an unfinished painting staring at me and a deadline in the rear view mirror. I know I am being melodramatic here but it bothers me. More than it should. Rest assured I will get past this bump. The painting goes on dutifully, even if the fervor is suspiciously absent. I will pick myself up and dust myself off and it’ll be like this never happened.

We’ll talk more tomorrow