Yay Tuesday. We made it almost an entire year without him injuring himself in some way. Just like the last time, he didn’t tell me until we were actually together. It took nearly 20 years, but he’s finally figured it out: if I can’t actually do anything other than worry, he doesn’t need to tell…
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…