This a simple placid day with pastime of painting. I’ve begun the self-portrait within legs with the blue background. Now as usual I dislike it and see many points to do tomorrow. Think less please.
As I had spoken before there are days when everything is precisely good. Inspite of rubbish of tomorrow’s (we never celebrated it in my childhood, really). But we will have supper with squids and new episode of documentary film. I hope so.
I feel power to direct my life better. Being not absolutely optimistic but pragmatic and dreamy I know that no other good life will come if I wouldn’t change my days and my mind. One shouldn’t hope for a good luck.