I knew this was rough but felt very unsure about how to handle it. Lying awake at night didn’t solve anything.

The problem is that if I can’t see if, I can’t paint it. It has to be made up. It is easier to make up stuff when it is familiar stuff.

Having never visited Rome, this is not familiar stuff.

So, I opened some new jars of paint to contemplate the colors.

WOW! These look beautiful and fun to try. After years of nothing but the primary colors, getting jars of premixed colors looks like a party to me.

Okay, I can do this thing. I know it is a mess in the photo. I know it will be hard. Do it anyway.

Looking better.

I painted another 97 hours and then it was afternoon break time. It is good to get some distance, and this is what I saw looking through the conference room window.

And this is how it looked when I left for the day.

I think I can, I think I can, I think I can. . .