The harbor in Provincetown often has this very narrow orange dingy in it. When the sun is setting it hits it's hull and it just sings! I was a little discombobulated today in my 're-entry' to real life. For almost a week I had just me to think about, and painting. Today the dryer broke, I cooked a big breakfast for my family, one cat was practicing 'killing' the other cat, and Paco, my pug, just couldn't leave my side, and so he kept getting tripped over. Oh, yeah, and I tried to paint. So aside from the glare (which officially I promised not to mention), I'm pretty happy with it, all things considered.