post title

Quarter of an hour to twenty-two hundred hours Central North American time. Things seem to be happening later and later in the day. The studio is sort of off limits right now. It's a work night, a week night. There are so many drawings, scribblings and daubings to make, or even just consider making, that making the early rise of oh-five-hundred and thirty is likely to be difficult if even a toe is set across the threshold. A visit to the martian hop shall have to suffice.

Every joint of this corporeal shell is moaning with dull pain. I think it is bed-time. Thank you for visiting. Sweet dreams.
Z.