Three minutes till I stop this and put on some pants. Then start work on a big canvas. Not sure what I’m going to paint, but chances are it will be a big dead flower or something of the like. Primed it last week. Stinky stuff.
Husband and girls at church — praise organized religion. Anything that affords me an hour and a half of peace on a Sunday morning can’t be bad.
Uh oh. Three minutes turned to five. Dammit!