Today Sucked

Dear Diary,

I haven’t had a day like this in years. An old friend who lives in my body revisited me three days ago. And today I’m covered with itchy bumps, as if I had been flayed with nettles. Flu-like symptoms abound, with aching muscles, chills, and fatigue.

I did still manage to crack open my iPad and starting cleaning up my children’s book cover image, mostly erasing some areas where I painted too far outside the line work. The image looks much the same as it did yesterday, so I’ll refrain from posting a look-alike picture today.

And now I’m off to spend the rest of the evening with my family. After that I’ll go to bed and read a little. Lately I’m reading Jackson Pollock: An American Saga, by Stephen Naifeh and Gregory Smith. It’s got tragedy written all over it from page one. How cool is that?