Breakfast this morning was all-natural peanut butter on hippy wheat toast; oily sardines on crackers (MMM!), and a cup of tea. Filling. Two minutes after I’d left the kitchen, Simon was up on the counter with his nose in the empty sardine can. Can’t blame him for that.

I think work may be too busy today to allow me to go swimming, we’ll see.

Last night I drew pictures. Brian told me that we are soon going to finally have a printer/scanner, so maybe I can even share some of my drawings.

I need to develop a lot more patience with my artwork. I go quickly, which I think leads to sloppiness and inattention to detail. Poor perspective or something. My eye is out of practice. My drawings look more like comics or illustrations than I want them to. But then they are drawings, not paintings.

Once I made a painting of this photograph that I took in Grenoble, France. I was so happy with it. But I gave it to a friend I don’t see anymore, so I’ll never see the painting again. Unless of course, I repaint it…