Late, Great Summer

Hum, summer is feeling kind of chilly these days. Are the months of the year sliding past faster than greased lightening? It has been two months since I last picked up a paint brush, and this coming week will probably find me buying a few more stretchers and maybe more yards of canvas. I haven't a clue as to which direction I will be heading, but I sure am looking forward to some time writing, listening to music, listening to my own inner voice and going to bed with a painting or two on my mind, giving me a challenge to solve. I am at a baptism of my niece's daughter this weekend. Be home tomorrow. Can I discipline myself to head to the studio instead of cleaning the house?