"Everything is blooming most recklessly; if it were voices instead of colors, there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night." (Rainer Maria Rilke)
You know how sometimes a drawing starts out really lovely and fresh and light. And then you add some color and it isn't quite right. So you paint on some more color and it isn't quite right still. So you add some colored pencil, and it becomes progressively dead and flat. So you just say forget it and restate your main lines with a really heavy dark pen and run off shrieking into the night. Yeah. That happens to me sometimes, too.
Thanks for all the well wishes, via comments and via private e-mail, about RuPaw the cat. The vet says he's doing better today, and that after a night of IV antibiotics and IV fluids he was eating and purring and talking and "making biscuits." She'll run more tests tomorrow and maybe my buddy will get to come home.