Oh this is slow going indeed. It makes it clear to me why I gave up my art practice when I had a 2nd and then a third child. I couldn’t fit it into 15 minute increments. Today a 1/2 hour went by. No big deal you say? Half hours are precious fare in my life. Meanwhile the kids watch a video, the dogs look on longingly, supper is delayed. My time is coming, I tell myself. My time is coming.