No Paint

Not one brushstroke has marred the surface of my perfect white canvas. I cannot concentrate. My energy is being directed to my sister, who has had some bad health-related news. She lives in Florida and it's not easy to commiserate long distance when I just want to hug her. She's 11 years my senior, and I am the youngest (by ten years) of three.

I have been doing internet research on her condition. There's a lot of information out there, and I'm not sure I wanted to know this much. There's something to be said for ignorance.