Sunday afternoon, Shannon and I went to my parents' house for lunch. It was my sister's chance to "practice" for Thanksgiving. My parent's living room was full of paintings that my dad is working on. It's been a few months since I've done any painting, and sitting there looking at the work was more than I could handle. I gently asked if I could work on one of his paintings, just for kicks. A few hours of work was enough of a fix to spark some ideas. Tonight I got my new studio set up and ready for the four large pieces that I am starting. Saturday is move in day at the new house, and Monday I am hitting the ground running.