It’s taken me a moment to drum up the muster to write something this morning. It took me half a dozen attempts to write that sloppy sentence. It’s taking me a few minutes between sentences to think what to write next. I think it is safe to declare I am molasses slow this morning. Had the coffee, the healthful fruit smoothie, been up since 7 am, here it is, three hours later, and I don’t know what’s going on. Meh, at least I just feel stupid. I don’t feel bad or anything. So there’s that silver lining.

I’m excited about the show. I need to stop by the art store and get some art and framing supplies. I’ll do that tomorrow. Anywho, it’s coming at the end of the month. I’ll be sure to diligently put out fliers and invite all the people. I’m sure I mentioned it before, but this will be my first show in two years. It feels good. I feel validated.

Art. I have me some posing to do. I also have some practicing that needs be done. eke out a half hour a day, try to get an hour. My art skills are there, just flabby. I’d like to tone them up some for my own sense of . . . the word escapes me. “Comfort”, I guess. I’ll get on the art right after this.

There’s more to do. I know it. Damned if I can remember at the moment. Damned if I want to. I’m gonna do some art practice and then veg out for the remaining hour until work. Tah