It's pretty sad when...

...an evening run to Fred Meyer is the social highlight of your day.

On to another subject.

I sometimes wonder how long my paintings will outlive me. And I wonder if someday, during some far, distant point in the future, someone will gaze upon one of my paintings and wonder just who the hell this "W McCain" guy was. What was he thinking when he painted it? What was on his mind when he added this brush stroke, or that one?

I probably have well over a hundred paintings floating around out there that I've sold in the last decade. Every now and then I hear from some buyers, asking if I'm still painting. Which I am. But not as much as I should...