Dear,
I’ve powered through the next stage of the painting on coffee and aspirin, checking my pulse with my hand every now and then. I flipped a coin, and it turns out I’m not supposed to have a heart attack just yet.
Unfortunately, the painting isn’t ready yet, but I’m slowly getting there.
The Rabbit sends its regards; it’s doing not too badly at all. It says that, basically, it doesn’t need eggs all that much. Flowers are enough.