I’ve been wandering around doing little projects, like this little study of my grandson – who didn’t call me back. He was supposed to tell me what in the world he’d like for his 12th birthday. I threatened to send him a pink bunny suit. Still, no call. I think he’s getting a portrait. I have just realized “WHY?” I feel so blah, so uninspired. My muse, the one who used to taunt me with theoretical physics and associated things that make my brain hurt – well, he moved. I miss those talks. Ah, the fundamental knowability of nature…..