Woke at 4AM and had a beneficial time in the toilets uninterrupted or unhurried. Colder this morning. The cool change of tomorrow has begun.
Woke depressed. Losing sight of anything productive in this, other than not being subject to daddy’s boy or a sicko every day.
Little shitty acrylic paintings is hardly a reason to live.
It’s welcome though this morning to be away from: highway traffic and especially trucks (adjacent as well), the impositions of the obnoxious arsehole, the same Moruya routine, the need to move away before breakfast.
View at the uppermost spot, no one arrived at this level, relatively empty.
1 12 PM
Shower at the pool. Woolies for groceries. Back to Bodalla SF rest area to paint.
Volatile bloke with the dog turned up, out of the bushes. Yelping and barking going on, per usual. I go down, ask him with a clueless French traveller if he heard the barking. Didn’t hear anything: as if I’m stupid. He pats his dog to shhh it. Laid it out pretty firmly and said I’d mention it to the manager. As soon as I left, instant barking.
He exits soon after, on notice without actually having been told personally.
Not a dog noise since. Very pleasant.
2 PM
Tired especially from painting. Tickling them through. Crap medium.
An elderly couple with a caravan next door. Absolutely shitting myself the generator is coming out, but so far so good.
2.31 PM
2.45 PM
That will do me for painting today. Quite a few hours. Eyes tired me rooted.
Pack up the gear and be careful not to fall asleep.
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