I’m painting again. It’s the first thing I do in the morning before feeding my animals. This morning I stood with brush in hand so long, the cats started complaining, then the bird, then my stomach, I heard from everyone but the fish. AND by the time I shook myself free I’d hosted a spider who’d left a nice web from the right side of my forehead over my eye to  my shoulder! I think I saw him leave I hope he left me, I probably never know because now I’m writing.  nancymauerman.com