I took a taxi to the heart clinic, and after I paid the driver, I said if you ever get bored with that music (sounded like religious Middle Eastern music), this is my favourite music; Morrissey, and peeled off a sticky note for him. He asked if it was on YouTube and seemed glad when I said it is. I gave one to a bus driver on my way home, and a fellow transit rider, oh and I gave one to the man who did my heart exam, and showed him a photo of the Morrissey At Grantley Hall portrait. He thought Morrissey was a woman, because of the ball cap being pushed back so far it looks like a bonnet. I’m so glad my lung’s not been hurting today so far, and it’s nearly noon. I’m stoked too, that the portrait came out to my liking. Sure it lacks a professionalism, but I like it just the same. Maybe professionalism will creep into my work over time. I wouldn’t want to sacrifice sensitivity for professionalism though, so if I have to choose, it will be sensitivity when it comes to painting, but if I don’t get too ill and die soon, maybe I will grow into a pro sensitively. Maybe I will never be a pro. Won’t Settle resumes playing in my head. Thank you Morrissey, for being a loving man. You have inspired me greatly. I think I’m becoming a loving woman. I’d like to introduce you to my counsellor. You’d both be thrilled, I know. She has a happy and gorgeous cat you’d like too. So far I’ve only had Zoom sessions with her. You could sit in on one. It would be so fun for all of us. I know it’ll probably never happen, but with you, it’s possible. Remotely, but remotely is better than impossible, so I’ll take it.