What's happening to me? I slept in. Usually I'm out the door at 7:15. I'm choosing this prison sentence to take these days to do all the things I've longed to do. Draw, read, sleep, spend time with Phil. Phil got up early to catch the morning light on the melting ice on the beach. He had made my chai and the thermos was waiting for me with a cryptic note beside it. "Anecdotes do not equal evidence". I think it was his way of apologizing for our blowup on Monday. He is a man of good heart.
Kindness in giving creates love. - Lao Tsu
I'm so lucky. Plus, I'm going to get good at drawing with my left hand.