Captain Pike's Ship Log II

I'm feeling a lot better now. Little Mrs. Wonderful has found a five-bedroom house. And I am up, out of bed, even showered. I never even got up yesterday. This is not a good thing. My boy is back in school.

It's almost like, it is like... the sun has come out.

My mother painted a still-life, it hangs in my kitchen. I've had it for years. She died of cancer back in 2003. I was just looking at the painting, and I was intrigued looking at a silver pitcher behind some fruit. Reflected in the silver pitcher, you can clearly see the orange, the apple and the grapefruit. Then I noticed a haunting reflection of the easel the painting sat on AND THE ARTIST (my mother), standing before the easel, her left arm stretched out, painting. It's just a dark, shadowy figure, somewhat distorted by the shape of the pitcher reflecting her image. She would have been helpful in trying to work through something like this.