We set out this morning. My painting is wearing a seatbelt, and I particularly love how this one little horned toad looks in it. The weather is still cold and I’m tired. After a perfunctory tour of Austin – by car – my dad wanted to stay in his room and watch TV. He’s particularly keen on watching the blizzard in New York. I guess it doesn’t matter how many trips he takes to Texas, NYC will always be his point of reference. Me, I went to dinner at Fonda San Miguel with a good friend. Then I retreated to my own room. I’m reading a book I really love: Newfangled by Debra Monroe. It’s about a woman who keeps reinventing herself in different places, which obviously speaks to me, but it’s more than that. It’s so very well written. It’s cool. I hope I can keep myself from finishing it too fast.