THAT DEVIOUS LITTLE DEVIL aka the voice in my brain

The human body is truly amazing. Mine, or at least parts of it, has rapidly adjusted to this contraption that extends from within the bladder to a bag strapped to my leg. It has quickly gone from a painful and uncomfortable situation to one of minor discomfort and moderate inconvenience, all within 48 hours. And it is not without some real benefits. I don't have to stop what I'm doing to pee, and I no longer have to get up at night am make the trip to the bathroom.

And, for the past 2 mornings my dear wife has brought breakfast to me as I sit most comfortably in this recliner here in my study. That is a treat that I could really get used to and the devious devil that from time to time finds his way out of my cellar begins asking, how can we extend this perk for a few more days? What if I shuffled across the room, wincing and sighing when I sit down or get up; would that be enough to convince her that I'm still disabled and in need of ongoing sensitive care? After all, Patience is the ultimate care giver. Her caring skills are unmatched by any others I have seen. Wouldn't I be doing her a great service, giving her the opportunity to exercise one of her many special gifts?

However I am happy to say that the devious little devil has been denied his fantasies and forced back into the cellar where he belongs. Today I will make my way to the studio and try to work on a a painting in progress, and tomorrow morning I will get up and fix my own breakfast. (maybe)

Thanks to everyone for your kind word and well wishes. And the painting for the day is:



Forgotten Morning Clay Mono type apox 14x24" circa 1999 (not all of my clay mono types have been abstractions.)