Three minutes

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.

Just spent an hour reading the NYtimes magazine. Wow. How does Jemaine Clement feel about Bret McKenzie performing without him?

Uh oh. Three minutes turned to five. Dammit!

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