I've finished making notes for my talk on death; I'm about to start on the tax returns.
Got to paint a banner for the art show, held over the ascension in the MJC.
Cleaned some brushes.
Its a full life.
In Amsterdam, by luck, I met Lino Hellings. She advised me to keep my work diary on-line, exposing my work methods rather than protecting them, risking the humiliation involved in failure. So:celebrate error. In my heart I knew this to be a good idea. My brain, horrified, fortunately tells me it will be too boring for anyone to read.
I've finished making notes for my talk on death; I'm about to start on the tax returns.
Got to paint a banner for the art show, held over the ascension in the MJC.
Cleaned some brushes.
Its a full life.
managed some exercise this morning, glory - been too crippled since moving next to studio and exercise machine to have a go. Not sure if its worth it, if one should lie down and accept the inevitable, but I doo feel somewhat friskier.
Working on larvae in the Aude now.
Somewhat belatedly, decided to improve my health. This involves moving bedrooms. The new bedroom has an accessible shower so I can stand under hot water and move in the mornings, arthritis being what it is. Next to that is an exercise bike, so I can improve muscle function.
So far, preparing new bedroom is killing me :) Had to clean and prepare. Tomorrow will do bed and start schlepping stuff.
Managed to finish this en passant -
Miserable about my poor skills, ineptitude, slight vision.
On the other hand, there's a glimmer...
Alarmed at the angst this nonsense is requiring.