I greet you this morning in a morass. Nothing serious, just a waking up that refuses to happen. Be that as it may, given a few days back, I’m glad I’m here with some coffee. I shudder to think what would happen without it.

I’m not sure what to do with myself this morning. Naturally there’s painting or website or networking. My motivational compass is still spinning. Nothing is particularly daunting this morning, neither is it particularly attractive. I am enjoying scribbling something down here though. It feels nice to think actively, even if it’s in the midst of writing. Especially when writing. I can claim productivity and my guilty conscience can be quieted. That confessed, it’s most likely I’ll paint after this, thinking while painting is sexy.

Life is good and stable. I’m feeling pretty good, I’m never stable though. Maybe just a bit this morning. I feel as though I should expand my stable of friends. I know, given my recluse tendencies, I’m just as surprised as you. I suspect what I’m angling for is a little art group to collude with. Just soes I have a hangout. Somewhere to go where everyone knows my name . . . And I can paint at the same time. I’m thinking of spending some time searching for a group. Maybe if the stars align I can found my own. Hrm, I will reflect on this more.