This title is a nod to Elvis's birthday last week (from his very old song,
I'm Left, You're Right, She's Gone), and also illustrates my current condition. The curved shape is my broken wrist (dubbed Lafayette); the little things sticking up are pins in my wrist. Below that is my left arm, holding a paintbrush. The bright white light is the light at the end of the tunnel. Deep, huh?
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