Perfect Timing

So last Friday I broke my arm.   A good exclamation to a strange year of loss.  Now I’m down to one arm, missing work at a crucial time, and dealing with medical bills… What the hell?  My next surgery is on Friday the 13th.  So what does this all mean?  I have no idea.  I hope I sell all my work or win the lotto after this crazy bullshit.  I started working on a new piece.  Working on some new ways of making these paintings.  Thinking of having an art sale to get rid of a few pieces.  I have so much work taking up space and medical bills/ rent to pay…. I wonder if I can pull this off.  Looks like Burning Man is out of the question for me… I’m trying to stay positive about all of this even though this my sound sad.   Just got to let it out some way.  All this is tolerable.  Wish I had more Red in my life.