Musings on artwork

I figure since Richard is painting I should paint too. I am quite the sight in my pajamas, paintbrush in one hand, another behind one ear, palate on my lap and sprawled across the couch painting on a blank. I've been working on it for a few hours, and with a few words on it, it will go and I will likely never see it again.
Its odd the feeling that I get when I finish a blank. It's hard to let go a piece of work I put so much energy in it. But knowing the feeling someone gets when they recieve one... *sigh...shrug*
Though it's likely they will never express appreciation, At least when I get done I know I did good work. Somewhere, someone will be happy with it. Thats all that matters.

For being sick I feel pretty good.