The doctor told me to rest.
It reminded me of the painting I did based on the first time, Jim, Armando and I met to paint in Jim's living room. Jim took a nap and became the subject of my painting. It sold to someone (never found out whom) while it hung at Nodding Dog Coffee Company in Oakcliff.
Now the doctor tells me to rest. So I am going to bed now almost 9pm on a Friday night.