4:19

It has just turned 3:38 a.m. as I write this, but I have been up since 3a.m. on the dot. I have a mild sore throat which I am sure is only temporary. The air is dry, I drink some water. The cargo train blows it's horn as it cuts through the heart of town in the dark morning, I like the sound.

Today, the focus will return to the grant application and more prep work on my finished paintings to make them presentable this month for the studio's first Thursday event May 6th.

Sitting in the computer glow and wishing I had more to say, an idea to share, or a concept. It has been interesting keeping somewhat of a public journal. I don't really know why I decided to switch my format the first of April. There was a reason.

I don't think of myself as having insomnia.
These are just waking intermissions between my film like dreams.