I guess 2:15 a.m. is about the middle of the night.  I am simply not used to warm nights – not even summer in Montana has many warm nights but here I am dorking around in the middle of the night in flip flops and shorts and it’s February. I am leaving in an hour to catch an early flight out of San Antonio.  Ranch life is sweet and my hosts are awesome but I hear my studio calling me. When I left a week ago three fellas were spraying insulation. I guess the place has been totally sheet-rocked this week which means I can paint the interior walls next week – fun colors in the bathroom, the office, and the nap room.  My excitement is bubbling – tickling my nose and fizzing my innards.

Can you see three guys in this photo?