For St Drunky Day, Katie and I scrubbed the shower and advanced the progress of the current work with beer and paint.
This is Katie now that she's finally seen Harold and Maud.
I have to write about Katie.
You don't see these things coming, but they happen.
I'm actively not posting photos of the current series as it develops, so I cannot offer the possibly necessary corroborating evidence, but when she's around I paint more. And better. And think more clearly.
I made the mistake, possibly, of telling her I loved her after I'd obviously been drinking. She's told me since then she loves me too, and it's apparently a sisterly thing.
That's okay I suppose.
The work is better for her frequent visits and that's good enough for me.