I just brought some paintings over to a gallery in Worcester for a group show. Naturally the resolution to a minor but crucial issue holding one of them back only became clear this morning; and of course, as I wrapped things up at the last minute, I realized that that little bit of detail work had opened up new possibilities, and that far from being "done", this painting could have several hours left on it -- hours that I can't afford to spend, hours that I no longer have. Still, knowing everything is safely in the space takes a weight off my mind.
Still on my mind: the song we worked on at rehearsal last night, hanging the painting show on Wednesday, potentially practicing Thursday with a keyboard player who's going to do a guest spot with us, the opening reception Saturday, the sketch work I need to do this week, laundry, dishes, dinner, the difficult choice between beer and wine on this rainy spring evening, my son the nutcase.