It isn't going to be an elegy. An elegy must be a mournful, melancholic or plaintive poem, especially a funeral song or a lament for the dead. Instead, it is a plaintive nighty-night, because it is past bedtime for my tired butt.

I posted photos of two finished small paintings yesterday. Today I got an email order for the little red study and the one called RED GROVE that I completed last month.

A few hours after than I got another order from a patron in Florida to purchase a painting called POINT LOBOS CLIFF VIEW, which has been hanging here on my staircase lower landing for months.

Wow. 3 in one day.

I am happy about that, and also that my English Premier League football (some call it "SAWK-UR") side beat Barcelona 2-1 today in the UEFA Champions League playoffs. They must play twice, and the second leg match will be at Camp Nou in Barcelona.

If they draw, the tie-breaker is goal differential. If that is equal, they all go to a pub and fistfight.

Seriously, I had not sold a painting for months and I needed today to come around.