I woke up today feeling an inexplicable, weird blend of despair and lethargy. I came into my little studio to paint a bit, with no clear goal or idea in mind, and found myself starting to cover an already finished painting with dark, dark gray. I covered almost half of it before I realized what I was doing. To counter it, reached for the white, and ended up painting myself a message. I guess I now know part of what is weighing on me. And what I should focus on today. Doing what I can.