Paint. Lovely, beautiful paint. π. Because I seem to have lost my mind whilst trying to recover from my shoulder surgery, it’s been easier for me to work on abstracts and pouring art. Though these have their own set of difficulties, it seems I’m better able to do them, and the colors are a really healthy therapy unto themselves. Sometimes I wonder if I’ll ever recover. Sleep would be nice. Just a night’s sleep.
Would appreciate prayers tomorrow; ten weeks out of surgery I still can’t do any work with gravity or my fingers/hand and arm go numb. Tomorrow I meet my new doctor who will be looking at my nerves.
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