December 27, 2017

Afternoon declining toward evening, bitterly cold. Spent as long as I could at the studio. Though there is some heat, the cold eventually becomes debilitating, and one would rather hibernate than paint. Making progress, without any idea of how much progress is enough.  Ordered $400 worth of framing.  Recommenced work on my Paris play. Made a casserole for Sunday night. Would I be able to live like this?