I must not nap. I must not nap. I must stay awake until bed time. I must not lay down.

I think I'll go back outside, sit down and read. I was out there earlier doing my Artist's Way stuff, but then the sun was too hot on my back so I came back inside. There should be a shady spot for me to sit in. It's 72 out there -- it seems a shame to be inside.

And it might keep me from falling asleep.

Hey, a week from right now, Eva8 will be landing in SF. I'm sure I'll have some stories to tell from that week.