I have been exercising my facial muscles a LOT today. Does that mean I still have to go to the gym? Man, I'm tired. I think the massage yesterday wiped me out, plus I was wide awake at 6:30 this morning (so I got up and put a second coat of varnish on a painting) and when I sorta fell back to sleep I had an unsettling dream about not being able to save Roxie from the car as we were floating out to sea. Or something like that. Disturbing. And now I'm tired. And yawning a lot. Flip-top head, jaw-cracking yawns. It's hard work.
This is the latest in my variation-on-a-theme paintings. I might call it "Golden Sycamore" but that's still up in the air.