Spent most of the day working on the Hillary.
Under her feet, beneath the grass, I began to paint a mass of writhing
snakes. It is clear that she is standing on top of them. Yet there is a
feeling of unease. Wanted to convey the difficulties.
What women must always contend with.
No one called me except Holly. Happy to hear her voice and I
told her I would visit her soon. It's hard for her to go anywhere
with all those feline dependents.
Oh and Gil from Squaw Valley. To make plans to meet the following day.