Tomorrow I paint.
No errands, oh that's not true. Dog food/cat food, trader joes for milk and panda puffs. But that's later when the sun goes down. I am setting my alarm to wake me up at 7. It is the wOrst trying to get out of bed. I never want to no matter how fun the day might be. Walk dogs feed dogs put on clean sweats then go to the gym for 30 minutes on the bike. Order. Exercise. Routine. Then into studio, no shower, and get to it. I have to fix his face. Too much titan buff and I 'erased' much of the shading. Have to go back in with shadow colors. I am longing to work with oils, but Im in the middle of a class. I can't put too many new things onto them. And then it will take too long to dry and I want to beeswax this one.
Funny story, unrelated. Gigi got a little pissed at me when we made the transition from Beef stew and potatoes and carrots in the crock pot for her meals - to Evo Venison, and pooped right in front of me and started to eat it. I SWEAR. So Patricia now calls her Poo Face, and refers to everything as Poo-liscious. (I swear there's a stamp in that). And today I had a bag of Finney's poo to bring to the vet for a check up but had to run into the house to put the porch light on. While we were on the road in her car I looked down and said, "Where's finney's poo oh no I lost it." And without a beat Patricia says, "You are Poo-Less."
I thought you'd like that. At least I know Rafa will.