Finished 2 paintings I've had kicking around, then painted 3 more. My hands and pants and arms are paint-splattered, and this feels good. Pictures may come later, possibly.
I actually don't have much to say. Kids are adorable as always, Ang had her baby (Molly, 6 lb 12 oz, has my hands and fingers. She sleeps and eats and that's about it. Adorable.)
Mental state is largely okstablegood, with intermittent bouts of not-ok. But I'm not staring at myself in the mirror and seeing nothing looking back at me, and I'm not scrawling on said mirror in some vain attempt to sort out my head, and I'm not leaving bloody handprints on said mirror when the inevitable happens. So I'm doing a far sight better than I was.
It turns out that asking onself "What difference will this make?" when in the grips of one's demons actually has some positive effects.
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