"Your profile pic is scaring me! Some sort of cross between Chelsea Clinton, a troll doll, and the Black Hole Sun video."

Every woman loves to be told they look like a troll. I am not photogenic when I smile. Thank God I'm not a troubled teenager. Facebook really does bring out the best in people, does it not? 


Last night I blew out a small portion of the house of the house after plugging in my rewiring project. The den, I understand, since this is where I plugged the lamp in. The porch I also understand since it is adjacent to the den. The far side of the kitchen and the hall lights, I have no clue as to why they were affected since they are totally separate. I had to trek out to Home Depot for fuses at 9:15 last night. Kroger, nor Walgreens sold fuses. The clerks thought I meant automobile fuses. I successfully swapped out the blown fuses, and then for some odd reason, the living room went dark. I unscrewed the living room fuses and screwed them back in, and all was well. I surmise there is all sorts of dark matter generating through the electrical currents in this house, perhaps even a hidden Universe.


I joined The Frist just in time to see The Birth of Impressionism. It opens today. I may treat myself to a catalog. This afternoon, I will finish up the mega dish washing. I feel like I need some quiet time to think about the next body of work. Sometimes I paint in my head to get a feel for what it will be like. I don't mean I plan out a painting in my head, I mean, I actually try and get a feel for the brushstrokes.