You're just weird

I tried to paint something else today whilst I'm still  (mentally) working on my new novel.

    my beloved, allegedly, took one look and gently informed me that I might want to seek professional help.

    'No, not with your painting', she purred, 'but with your mental health.'



    Charming.

  I've still got the un-bokehed version. I might do something with it, after I've got up from someone's couch.