1. Last night I walked out of my studio (after finally finishing my sister’s painting) to find the following ridiculous tableau taking place (please note that Monk is snoozing in My Spot):
2. Lately I’ve been making efforts to waste less time staring into the mind-numbing glow of my computer when I’m home. It’s been good, even “healthy.” The less time I spend getting angry at things I read online the better, right? It means more time to read, paint, write on paper, and sing songs to the pets.
3. I love my husband. I like that we hold hands when we’re walking across grocery store parking lots. I grin when I hear him get out of bed on Sunday mornings because I am excited to see him. I like Tuesdays and Thursdays, because I know I’ll get to see him in the middle of the day for 40 minutes on our overlapping lunch breaks. I love the line of his spine, his posture. I love when he yells at asinine things. I love how he holds his left hand, when he is reading, with the thumb and middle fingers careful but distracted.
Wednesday,
black sheeped
