Wandering Kirkland in white socks while shoes are left by my coat, sitting on the table next to my work as I draw, getting as much of the pastel on my pants as on the paper; a poster sold, three commissions on the way, promises of more. Learning, learning. Drawing. Art. Looking forward to intensive painting in little over a month. Life is good. It may be two a.m., and I may have to get up early tomorrow to pack, but I am happy right now.