Haven’t seen much of you lately. At 230 this afternoon, the art that is lost in this mess moves to the Florida Craftsman Gallery and I’ll head down to feed the hawks and owls. And then, I hope to begin the road back to the real (clean and tidy) world. Somewhere in there are some pumpkins to be carved or baked or both.(“Retire! Get a hobby!” he said. Here’s Rich, happily reading the morning paper with his cup of coffee. )
(McCloud is the guardian of felted Christmas ornaments. At night, they turn into wild birds that need to be subdued…)
See you soon!