One-hour, afternoon nap.

Bought a ream of ziggurats.

Picked up the granddaughters' bedroom laundry from the compound laundry. The woman who operates it knows, for some reason, that I am a painter, and informed me that her cousin, also a painter, recently died of COVID. They decided to keep two of his works, which she showed me, in one of their bedrooms. The works are stunning! What a waste when someone with talent just suddenly departs like a snuffed candle!