The coffee mug is just slightly too warm to hold comfortably, and I’m worried I’ll spill it in my lap and its contents. The woman delivering the local weather is wearing a dress that makes her look like a staff member on The Love Boat. She’s warning us that it’s cold and we’ll need a jacket this morning.
I’ve got nothing much to say. I’m watching Chaucer try to catch his tail. Mal ventures out of my room now and then, mostly to get attention and scratch at the living room carpet. He’s desperately trying to get me to follow him to the bedroom. Did he poop and want the box clean? Does he want to snuggle on the bed with me? We’ll never know. I’m not getting up just yet, so he’ll have to wait.
However, I’m fairly certain I can smell the answer to those questions (and more) wafting from a litter box somewhere.
Yesterday was nice enough for me to sit outside for part of the afternoon. I worked on three paintings: a Christmas present, the Compound, and a building I love in TinyTown. I didn’t do much on the gift-painting. It’s not perfect, but I know that the problems I see are things no one else will probably notice. After about 20 minutes outside, I brought that one inside. I even removed it from the board so I wasn’t tempted to fuck with it. Instead, I slapped one of the prepped sketches and brought it outside to work on. Because it’s not a gift, I can experiment with it slightly, doing things with a slightly modified order of operations. Or, as the case may be, adding a new layer to the operation.
I like the sky.
I’m not sure if we have much to do today. I think it’s another day of nothing. In about 30 minutes, Brian will call. I’m sure he’ll ask Mom what she plans to do for the day, and they’ll talk food. I really want a spicy fucking vindaloo. Unfortunately, I know that Mom definitely won’t be able to leave the house the day after I give her new foods. I could try to get her to shop today, and buy Indian food for dinner tonight. Or I can do Indian tomorrow night, and give Mom an excuse not to go to the Compound on Sunday.
