So Supreme Court Justice Kennedy resigned; plus a couple of other hideous things passed in the Supreme Court. Basically, we’re screwed. Sometimes I have this cockeyed optimist view that things can turn around, that this is the last gasp of the order of old worn out power mad rich white men before world consciousness morphs into the compassionate state that I think it should be in. The cautious optimist says, “Yeah, right.” The pragmatist says that nothing’s going to improve unless ordinary people like me do something, anything. Off I go to another march this Saturday. Sigh. In the meantime, back in Nancyland, I’ve been doing the thirty direct watercolors in thirty days. Direct watercolor means only watercolor, no pencil sketches, no lines. It’s been an amazing experience. By the way, I hate the word “amazing.” It’s really overused. It’s like “journey.” On Dancing with the Stars everyone talks about their amazing journey. Yes, I watch DWTS. I can stop anytime. But seriously, this direct watercolor challenge has taught me a lot that I can apply to my drawing, and it’s inspiring me to do more watercolors after the 30 days are over. Of course, Nancyland is not without its problems. The old couch was supposed to be taken away today. They couldn’t do it. It got stuck in one of many doors in the hallway. They managed to get it back into my condo, and 1-800-GOT-JUNK is coming to take it tomorrow. I told them to bring a saw. The schedule tomorrow is: 1-800-GOT-JUNK between 9 and 11. Stitch removal at Kaiser at 11:40. New furniture arriving between 2 and 4. Not a lot of margin for error. In the meantime, Archie is making progress learning to take his pills in food (so I don’t have to cram them down his throat). He’ll eat it if I furiously rub the spot on his back at the base of his tail, and say in a high-pitched voice, “Please eat the cheese. Please eat the cheese. Please eat the cheese.”