I just made myself a proper breakfast for the first time in… maybe a year?

• Finished my last art show (until Fall) on Saturday;
• Have released my late Mom’s things to the point that I can reclaim my storage space for inventory;
• My son’s doing okay;
• The cat is happy.

Life is good.

Time to plan a fun camping trip to a cool, mountainous, wooded spot.

And continue rebuilding my physical strength.

At the moment, I’m about to start a huge new watercolor that can be whatever I want it to be – no deadlines, no target market.

Today or tomorrow, I’ll open up my laptop and resume work on my books.

Now I can say what I need to say, on paper. Or canvas. Or with felt. Or beads and wire. Or, all of the above.

It feels like quite a new chapter has begun. I’m looking forward to it.