If I can finish the happy frog.
I should be painting. But I needed a break. I love frogs, it's a good gig, and I'm proud of the work I'm doing, but holy crapsicles, you cram fifteen, sixteen happy frog paintings into two weeks, and the sight of a happy frog will make you want to run shrieking into the bush.
Also, despite having taken Claritin, I'm snorfling. Not badly, not incapacitated, but a definite low-level snorfle, which would have been a dire deathly snorfle if I had not staggered out of bed and groped for the Claritin before any other morning ablutions. But I was prepared. I know my nemesis well. Damn you, pollen! From hell's heart, I sneeze at thee!