I think I delete more work than I come up with. Well, here I am in Manhattan, at a Café, my coffee leave has turned into a weird bubble picture of itself, and I'm loathing the thought of going into work. A snow storm was supposed to have come through, but it's been "Delayed." Got here early because there is a drastic reduction in the number of people going to work. I turn to look out the window, at the ferry, the first few flakes starting to fall, and can't think of anything to write. I'll think of something, but it's frustrating. I'm thinking of Wednesday's YouTube show, what I have to do, excited for what is done, but still worrying about if I'm wasting too much time. My body has been saying "screw you, I'm going to sleep" at night. And I understand. With all I’m doing I need to sleep. But it adds to the frustration. I paint a positive attitude on top of it, but these are things I am feelin