painting i finished last night. this photo so does not do it justice. it needs to be viewed from a distance. in the right light.
so fucking restless i cannot stand it.
sold james' truck. it needed to be done. and now it is.
unsolicited advice just keeps rolling in.
i was thinking i would feel some sort of relief, or like i at least got something done, after my meeting with the attorney, about my pour-over will, the trust, guardianship docs, advance directive stuff....but i don't.
ran into tristan today. he was full of emotion. surprisingly so.
i so fucking want to do things that i should not do. it is hard to make that go away. you have no idea. the boys help keep me from being completely stupid. but it never goes away.