yes. it's true. i am sick again. what is going on?? i paid my dues last oct-december, i should think. yesterday, i got up at 4 or 5am, had a cup of coffee, went to the studio and stared vacantly like a zombie on Quaaludes. then promptly went back to bed for a few hours. by 3pm, i was back in bed for the day/evening, waking only when husband yelled HOLY COW! over a daytona 500 wreck (yes, he's a huuuge fan). then back on the pillow for the night. fever, chills, fever, chills in endless rotation. what the heck?? today - much of the same, but am determined to get some paint splashed around, and some resin cooking. some amazing designs came to light in my fevered dreams, inspired in part by Nyquil. right now, i'm being guarded by diva and bulimia cat...both laying on my studio floor facing each other, pretending to sleep, but keeping a watchful eye for a flicker of movement from the other. kitten has started sassing back at diva...when diva growls at him/her to "be gone," kitten hums some kitty love song, which in turn makes diva madder because you can't hate love, right? apparently, you can't hurry it either - it's been 2 years since kitten moved in, and diva is still not pleased. but bulimia cat is patient. Last night...amazing sight...i went to the kitchen for a glass of water, snapped on the light so i wouldn't trip over any manner of cat toy the dog has "hidden," and there outside my window in February was a glorious fat moth. yes. a moth. i'm not sure what they do in central new york in the winter, but it isn't flutter up and down a window at night. or any other time. and i know it was real, because having been awakened by the HOLY COW incident, i compelled husband to come into the kitchen to see it for himself. and he saw it too. not just me and my nyquil. i have so many projects i want to start/finish/design/gel...not sure if rest is the order of the day, or if i should just push through, aided by chemistry. i have jewelry orders lined up on my bench, paintings waiting patiently to be finished/gessoed over & restarted, linen and canvas to stretch over stretcher bars (thanks to Caroleena a/k/a caroline Szozda, gallery owner, Guardian of the Artist, momma hen to any & all who cross her path). and a queue of instant play netflix movies to watch. i finally FINALLY got the name of the Japanese movie I've been dying to re-watch: Departures. i saw it a few years ago, and fell in love with the sweet, sad, story. mostly sweet. all in english subtitles, which i thought would make me crazy, but after 5 minutes, i swore i was understanding the Japanese. i wasn't, but just sayin. last night i had a dream that i went through a hole in the wall in my kitchen (we don't actually have a hole in the wall - this was nyquil inspired) and was in NYC in front of a museum that held all the artwork in the world. you paid whatever you could, or left a donation of a tube of paint, and could stay there as long as you wanted...they had little pod apartment things so you didn't have to leave...just nap and continue. how cool would that be? but i think it's definitely overdue for a museum/gallery trip. what is your favorite museum in nyc? if you had just 2 days to visit, what would you see? ok - some nice steamy hazlenut hot chocolate and my pillow. the bug wins for now.