Since last mentioning it, I have reread the first 4 books of King's Dark Tower series and finally got to reading a new entry, finishing "Wolves of the Calla" last week. Though not the only books I've read in that time, they are the only fiction. I probably won't begin the next (even longer) book for a few months.
Somewhat related: after a way-too-long hiatus, Michael Whelan has relaunched his website. It's a little prettier than the old, and has a whole lot of his personal work, which I mostly love. Sadly there wasn't much I hadn't seen--I'd been going to his online gallery Tree's Place and getting my fix there for some time. I'm guessing this new site goes strong for a year or so then dies the long death of artist inattention again.
After discovering Andrew Bird on a Late Night With Conan O'Brien rerun about a month ago I have listened to little else. I have a habit of burning out new albums by listening to them over and over and..., burning them into my head until I finally absorb them completely or am distracted by something better/newer. Having picked up "Armchair Apocrypha" and the wonderfully titled "the Mysterious Production of Eggs," I find myself once again years behind the hipper music scenesters who no doubt were following this guy long before Marriot's Residence Inn found him, basically right about when I did. Actually, even they beat me, I just didn't know who it was. My indie cred expired a decade ago.
My schedule for all of recent memory: paint/draw/work ~10:00-4pm go for a run, shower, eat dinner and rest for a bit (or keep painting with maybe a half hour nap on off days). Work again 7pm-anywhere from midnight to 2am. It varies depending on my runs, but 9-12 hours a day total has been typical. 6 days a week, though often life doesn't allow the 6th day's evening painting session. Trust me, I'm not bragging here.
Have a sketch while you're here, as reward for reading the randomness:
This piece saw many changes by the time it was finalized and approved.