Can usually rely on a weds., its a clear day following a studio day following drawing day- but apart from a bit of uncertain fiddly painting I've only managed to clean the studio. A bit. The bit that was vital in order to carry on.
That aside, I've phoned Bob and Hilary in England (help me not to be locked into myself) walked in the sunshine (its hot), shopped, cooked, siesta'd (from which I woke with start at someone in my dream calling, ARTIE OLDIE) and now think I will bake a cake. Certainly will cook.
Tomorrow is domestic day which is as well. I just don't know how to proceed. Hopeless. I am not enjoying this. So whats it for?
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