"Across the Lake"

8 x 10

Bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.  This is a test.  This is only a test.  This is a test of the emergency broadcasting system.  If this had been an actual emergency. . . .  They still do this don't they? It had a different impact during the cold war.  It always made you think.  

No, it doesn't have anything to do with this painting.  This painting is one of the many Lake-Weir-morning paintings that make me think of a calm and peaceful cup of coffee as the fog burns off the lake and everyone else sleeps.  I guess I'm craving peace and calm because my left hand has been doing one of those emergency broadcasting signals.  For the past couple of weeks I have been having positional numbness in that hand.  "Positional" meaning when I hold it certain ways it goes numb.  It's not like the heart attack numbness.  At least I don't think it is.  And the doctors haven't mentioned that.  It's just some nerve thing.  And I'm writing it here so I can tell someone, but I'm really not telling someone because . . .  well, I mean really,  how many people read this thing?  

The neurologist is going over the MRI tomorrow.  Hopefully there's an easy answer.  I want this over with.  I want to get back on my bike.  I, at least, want to know when I can get back on my bike.  I want to be able to pick up a paint brush without having to hold my left hand over my head.  I'll let you know.  

This is a test.  This has only been a test. . . .  

Thanks for looking.