Terrible with titles.

This weekend was going to be my super-productive, get-everything-for-school-done-before-finals weekend. Finish my first acrylic concentration piece. Get a story map for Huck Finn going. And what have I done? Stare at my concentration piece. Walk down to George Rogers park and gaze all googly-eyed at the waterfall along the way (yes, with all the rain it really is that cool). Oh, and something rather interesting happened yesterday. I was moving some finished works--acrylic ones--around the house and I took my Harry Potter one into the family room. Where the sky is normally darker blue on the piece, the paint looked a lavender color. So naturally, I freaked out and asked if anyone else saw obvious purple. They did. Then I took it into my room, and it didn't look purple at all. It's  really odd what lighting can do to a painting.