Post show life.

Spent all day yesterday upgrading to Snow Leopard to Lion and then doing the iCloud migration. Got some studio time in during downloads and installs. I am painting somewhat larger. It's fine. You'd think I'd be all like whoa, I'm working bigger again, look at me, but t's not that big of a deal. Neither was the iCloud. For some reason I thought I would be transported to some kind of virtual Xanadu. The bigger brushstrokes feel like I'm cheating. Bigger brushes. Bigger brushstrokes. I missed the small brushes so I pulled them out anyway at the risk of being less brushy and expressionistic. Plus the scale isn't that huge.  Maybe I'm in the doldrums. I love looking at the dog when he's asleep. He always looks lighter, like he might be a rag doll dog. Pretty impressive for 80 pounds of handsome mutt. Lost compatibility with several pre-Cambrian software versions and need to prioritize what is urgent enough to upgrade. Moved into summer studio, aka the garage. High ceilings. Windows. Dust.  My hedge trimmers finally gave out.  I say finally as thought it just happened. No, I think they gave out last year.  I'm sure the neighbors have noticed this. Went on my fourth trail run this evening. And for the record, Mr. iCloud, I would never leave that little piece of torn paper stuck there on a real desk calendar, and I am unable to use an X-acto knife on my monitor.

Headed to the studio now.