Himself: Worked hard, ate, dressed up, led meeting, and came home to watch Olympics. Looked up the cute beach cottage across the street that they want 425 for. We could do a lot with it but it has a pool.
Herself: Was out of it again all day. Veggie be me not my food. Woke up to make dinner and after dinner to make all my calls and watch Olympics. Today just swam, wrote, cleaning up after myself.
Reading: Skimmed a book. Not my sort of thing.
Balance: Waking up.
Less errors, perhaps, with my Comic Con photos. This one today is a keeper. I love moments like these. Naked joy. PAH, my first husband, got a similar shot of Carradine with an adoring fan in 1962. I hadn’t seen that look since. I love shooting people. Perhaps I only remember birds and the great out doors when I am forced into it.
One of the things I want to do today is more sketching after I clean up more of my messes. Somehow, where ever I sit messes grow around me. Even pictorial messes.