A new project to ogle (or not) is up on this very site. It's called Dreams and it's a journal of my dreams and the images I've Googled from them.
I'm on day 7 of an anti-inflammatory cleanse. And despite all the things I cannot have, I'm feeling less groggy, less irascible, less bloated in the toes and armpits. The cleanse was carefully curated by my friend Cally. If you are interested in doing something similar for your innards, check out her website HERE.
Beckett is now saying things to me like My hands are not available when I ask her to help me carry something up the stairs. Three year olds are assholes.
My manchowder, Michael T. Hensley has a big show opening this coming Thursday at the Linda Hodges Gallery in Seattle. He delivered the paintings today so Beckett and I have been having one giant dance party accompanied by this doo wop version of Neil Young.