I was last sighted helping niece/assistant Jenni lug the life-size posters of the three Creed cowboys out of the framing store at Northtown Mall this afternoon. Now THAT’S inspiration, ladies and gentlemen! Who needs a big-screen TV in my living room, when I have Logan, Dylan and Tyler to look at?
The diet is definitely working–down 10 pounds in a week and a half–but it is not for the faint-hearted, that’s for sure. I couldn’t concentrate or sit still very long–I think I was having withdrawal symptoms from MSG and all the other preservatives in processed food, and of course I’m using the filters I told you about to quit smoking, so there’s that. In any case, I’m better now.
Art was my refuge during this crazy, stressful time–a form of physical prayer for me, and certainly meditation. I’ve given myself permission to do bad art for as long as it takes. My personal way of celebrating Independence Day, I guess.
Unless I’m abducted by aliens, I’ll be back in the morning. (Just kidding, folks. About the aliens, I mean…)
Well, you see what I mean….
