It was dark when I went out to the studio this morning. Our two cats, Professor Longhair and Pretty Boy Pink Floyd were sitting on the back porch, both staring up intently at the ceiling oblivious to my presence. Our barn sparrows have returned. They nest on our back porch every year, often building their nest in the most inconvenient place. The two mates were perched there, one on a nail and the other on the porch light. They love the horse hair for their nests, weaving it with straw and mud. The cats sat motionless, drooling.
I did get a little painting done this morning. Where is the time?
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