Workmen in the house yesterday putting up drywall and all the dusty stuff that goes with that. Plastic walls up everywhere, confining me, hindering any thoughts of wandering. Suddenly (when are they leaving?) I started to lose my mind. So I took a cup out of the cupboard and tried Sketch Therapy. It helped. A few hours later I hear “We’re leaving now. Is it ok to leave the tools here?” Huh? “You’re coming back tomorrow?” I croaked. The tv is behind the plastic, out of my reach. They left. I took a long walk. Flew like the wind.

Black paper, molotow acrylic paint markers