Really nice Sunday at home yesterday. Redeemed a landscape painting with a neutral blue sky (found it in a stack of discards).
May add a rider at the bottom. Swam laps, helped Kathy put up string of Mexican lights around the fireplace. Burned my finger on the glue gun. Kathy made a turkey and we had a nice sitdown dinner. Went for two walks. Had a glass of wine. Life could be worse.
There is a growing resistance to the Billy dig from a faction of the Billy crowd itself. Some of my best friends are of the idea that it’s a total waste of time and will cost taxpayers money. True, but oh the worldwide attention on the Old West. Sorry, but that’s not a bad thing, considering the drought we have been through for the past two decades.
Much consternation from other quarters about the business aspect of the magazine. Dealing with layers of blame and accusations. Draining to say the least.
If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man
--Mark Twain
