I'm sitting here watching Simon watch the world through the back porch screen door. Its raining and I have the windows open so that some air can get in. Its the essential, perfect Bub-day. Quiet. Wet. Peaceful.

I opted out on practice. I want to get finished up in here somehow tonight. I think that would do wonders for my outlook on things. I told Tony to go ahead and make some sort of schedule for us to practice by, and when he does I will stick to it. For now, though, I need a few more moments to myself, and I have to get a little more done.

I've been looking for my fingernail clippers. I have a new guitar idea which I'd like to record. The clippers are nowhere to be found and I've yet to track down the appropriate tape, but I still have my hopes.

I've also been visited by a thought. Concerning art. I think I'd like to paint women. With an airbrush, perhaps, or with some manner of expression. I've collected all these clippings of faces and figures and moments, and I would like to set down, in some form, the possible images I see in them. That could be my ticket. I would certainly enjoy the subject matter. This goes back to the idea of painting something, and really taking my time with it, fashioning something of worth, and then having prints made of it while I keep the original. I want to do something before this summer. There is bound to money to made and i would like to take part.

But, most importantly, I care more for the idea of painting. There's a difference I haven't felt in awhile. I have a list of needs ... and a shortage of funds. But I feel it can all be worked out. One again, for now at least, I am optimistic about the future.