March 21, 2021

Realizing I haven’t left the house, except to patrol the yard and check out what I thought was a camera hidden in my holly trees. It wasn’t. Corrected, for the moment, DSL. The squirrels keep gnawing at the suet cage though it is quite empty. Habit? Still some taste on the wires? Tooth still aching, though more distantly than before. My hatred of the repetitious kicks in even as the actual pain lessens. Praise for my paintings on Facebook this afternoon. Too late. Though, if I had the space, I would paint again.