I don't want it to end. And I do. As I type this entry I am sitting in front of my almost finished painting. As always it's been a labor of love. Labor. Lots of labor. Going to bed with a stiff shoulder and back kind of labor. Last month I described how in the first few weeks I eventually fall in love. The past 4-6 weeks have been hot and heavy: staying up late, long weekends together, finding an hour or two here and there during the work week. HA!