Updates have been a bit lacking as I’ve been busy and tired at the end of the day for each of the past few days, including today. This situation and feeling in my body reminds me of when I went back to the univ. to finish my undergrad degree. My mind and body is still getting used to the changes that I’m putting myself through. Wearing so many hats, more than my usual number, has got to be one of the things that I could not really prepare for. I’ll have to get through it, the art fairs are almost here and that means the highest intensity level I have has to be exhibited. No sagging or slumping.

I went to visit a long time friend on Sunday. He likes me but is guilty about it because he thinks his feelings are misplaced, me being a man not a woman. He’s really smart when it comes to music, teaching himself many scales and their relationships to chords and harmonics. It’s too bad he never pursued college, being the construction worker he is, it probably was not an option he gave enough thought to. I enjoy his company, but I don’t see him often. I took my sketchbook with me but didn’t draw anything. Mostly, I listened to him tell me about his expanded musical knowledge.

So, every night I’ve had to work late, but I cannot stay up all night the way Paul does. I cannot maintain focus after a certain point. I need to keep a fresh mind and not get bogged down in circular thought. It is not good to force creative writing. It stinks. I do have to concentrate on my own gallery now anyway. I’ll write about museums, non-profits, and individual guest artists (such as someone visiting from out of town), but my long time focus in certain galleries will have to be cut back.

Anyway, my bed is piled with papers and I need to take care of it.