April 17, 2008 Day 363
I have no idea why I woke up in a bad mod this morning, but a sense of foreboding and self-pity has tainted everything I've done. Instead of having compassion and patience with Adrian's foibles, I reacted as if he were weaving a noose around my neck.
So what if there were spots of dried red cherries all over the kitchen floor when we got up this morning? Cleaning it up only took ten minutes.
At least I weaseled my way out of going to the doctor's office with Adrian this morning, and it only cost me a bucket of guilt. "You should have gone with me," he said when he got back. "I forgot everything."
Adrian always gets the brunt of my bad moods. Who else will put up with them?
I worked on two canvases this morning, continuing my "culmination" series in blues:
In my drawing, I began with browns, adding black and tan. I started with calligaphy pens and added lines with a fine point black pen for texture.
(Note: There is a gap between the dates I'm writing and posting in order to give me time to get ahead.)





