On a good day I’ll jump out of bed with a mind toward some exercise, start guzzling water and get going on burpies (that is a squat thrust), do about five and drink some more water and keep going till I get my 200 done. By the time I add some back arms and pull ups I am soaked and do the bath thing. I am alone so my schedule does not bump heads with another person’s wants. Wash a few things and then start my strength flexibility routine (usually call it yoga by way of an explanation but it ain’t yoga really). It takes about 45 minutes and I am ready for a good long day of color. I paint. For some ten plus years I drew in pencil, ink and charcoal but, even during those years, I was painting well along the way I began to collect colors in all sorts of media: Good pencils and chalks and such. Then one day I started the painting In The Deep End and have been in color ever since. I learn from books and art magazines. I really do enjoy my time alone. I would rather be alone. I wonder if that sounds odd. Not that I have always been 100% comfortable with myself…am now. I don’t exercise because it love it. (smile) I hurt my back and really have no choice. Pain is my motivator and how funny to realize that pain is a gift that gives me good health and energy to do some things I do love. I love art – more every day. Creating it makes me feel alive and worthwhile. That may be dangerous but it is true.