At least… I think this is number 51. It’s been quite a while. Anyway, it’s Saturday, and it’s getting on for midnight, and I have been oddly busy today. Went out and voted, did chores and shopping, then Etsying.
So. Let’s have a midnight coffee, I’m sure that won’t go wrong in any way.
Do I smell of acrylic paint? I’m beginning to wonder if I do, because I’ve spent the last couple of hours painting some blackout-poetry-found-art fusiony type of thing. If nothing else, you probably can smell it in the air. I’ll crack a window. Maybe someone has a woodfire going and that scent can take over. Mind you it’s early spring, not much call for fire to keep warm.
I’m also on the job-search now, which is especially fun this close to Christmas. The other day I heard someone saying it’s just 13 weeks left, which is odd.
Photos of the found-art thing to come.
How have you been?