Okay. Back to reality. Time to paint. And write Dragonbreath Two. And paint. Mostly paint.

The sun is blazing, the leaves are glorious, and just to add the final fillip to the whole thing, a sunflower has bloomed from the spill under the birdseed feeder. I can see the bright flower head from my window. It received no care and was at one point run over by a moving truck.

That’s probably a metaphor for something, but I should be painting.