Ellis was still asleep. Everybody in the hotel was asleep. So I set up my watercolors on the coffee table and did my thing my way. Not a single drop of color got anywhere it didn't belong. Yesterday, I 'borrowed' a couple of very nice petit hand towels from the ladies room, which worked much better than cocktail napkins for soaking up excesses. I can now let the housekeepers throw the flowers out as they wanted to two days ago. The painting is a little overdone, but that was to be expected from someone who was on the brink of going mad due to paint depravation.