Raise high the roof beams, carpenters

I am going to Baltimore tommorow.

Life has been quite wonderful. Lots of interpersonal communication, sleep, running, reading, and work. My painting has taken a step in a new direction, evolving on its own without my direction I feel (in a good way, I like it when my art suprises me). I have ideas for more paintings. I feel refreshed, I feel creative again. I definitely feel more alive.

I have realized I don't like teaching art classes as much as I did. I don't really know what has changed, I still enjoy it, but I don't feel a great passion for it. I think I've fallen out of touch with art, I'm not the artist (or at least I don't feel like) I once was. Maybe I don't feel like I'm correctly communicating ideas. I don't know. It's a little disheartening, not that I don't love it still, but I used to love it.

I am mostly packed.
Tommorow: Take Zig on a long walk, breakfast, Art 101, purchase bread, shower, pack the daily stuff, lunch with Gram and Papa, pick up Buca check, airport, board plane, fly, read Scientific American Mind, arrive in Baltimore.

Sounds like a plan...