June 22, 2014
Sitting at my computer tired – mindlessly going through OneNote pages from 2011, blindly transferring them to Evernote. I committed to painting tonight, but I’m very tired and not looking forward to it. I procrastinate. It’s 10 pm and the house is asleep. I wash my face hoping it will make me alert. I begin. It doesn’t exactly flow, but I sip my red wine and engage in my painting ritual. I’m no longer sleepy.