It’s Sunday, and it’s groundhog day. This is the one day every year when a group of weird old men can harass a rodent and not only is it broadcast live, but the headline doesn’t include the phrase “Florida man…”. There’s also some sort of game on tonight. Yay sports! We went to the Warhammer…
I’m not going to complain about it, but my dreams this week have been the most fun I’ve had in a while. For the most part, they’ve been related to painting. Painting techniques, things I struggle with, almost as though my subconscious is practicing. Twenty years ago, I’d have the same sort of dreams, writing…
As you can see, there’s been more painting. The other night, he told me he had to stop for the night because he had a headache. “I’m holding my breath when I’m doing the fine lines,” he said. Last night, he did the eyes and base. This morning, it was “I don’t know if they…