I'm sitting in my basement watching the luge on the Olympics. I find the gliding of steel over ice soothing and all the cold white snow calming. It's like a bath for my brain. I am sooo watching the pairs skaters tonight. I am going to set up a little station down here tonight and work on my sculpture... made entirely of glue. It's going to be sweet. I will be also watching *gasp!* the Bachelor, since, as I confessed earlier, I am in love with Moana. I subjected Jon to it last week.
I got my X-Ray today. I just went in the hospital all by myself, filled out the forms, waited (while reading the latest gossip on Brad and Jen), got the X-Ray and left. A very adult moment. I drove around town a little bit and ended up stopping at a local art gallery on Main Street. Talked to the lady working there for a little while. She has a Ph.D in Anthropology (once upon a time I wanted to get my Ph.D. in Anthro) and is an Art Historian. I asked her what she thought of John Baldessari and if I could give information on the gallery to a friend (nudge nudge). It was good to get out and feel a little more alive, but after standing for about a half and hour I was pretty worn out. Still delicate, but gathering strength. I am encouraged.