Virtue, Thy Name Is Bedtime

I have finished the face. I will not stay up all night to do the earring and paint a turban, though I totally want to.

My body appears to have given me beginning RSI symptoms for a late thirtieth birthmas present. I would like to return them for something better, please. Routine stretches are the order of the day, because stabbing wrist pain is NOT okay.

Painting is fabulous. I will hate it shortly, but right now it is fabulous.

And now I sleep.