I have two days to do all the things I want to, then after that it is all about things I have to. I have an extraordinary urge to paint. I want to make tiny little paintings that fit in the palm of your hand, each one composed of entire alphabets. I want to make journals and sketch books out my massive paper collection, that I have just now decided has gotten way out of control. Proudly, I have ridded myself of clothing! Granted, most of it went into my empty suitcases for storage, but at least it is out of my way and of course there is a pile leaving the house entirely – there will be happy, needy people in Fluevogs and Banana Republic (see I do goods things).