The great thing about Saturday when you've got the house to yourself is that no one can make you do anything, not even your own conscience. Drew was working. Friends and relations were working out. My own conscience was trying to get me to finish this painting, but I watched an old Bond movie and napped instead.
It's at that point where there are parts I love, and parts I hate, and I'm not sure how to save the good parts while redoing or camouflaging the bad parts. So I chose to do nothing. I will get over this hump eventually and attack it with vigor.
But not today.