This morning started out well. Did my usual routine, had my oatmeal, gathered my art supplies and took
off down the freeway 35 miles to go to a workshop. Well, I was the only one there; I knew it was Tues. the 15th, however it is Tues. March 15th. I feel like this Picasso lady, kind of confused. When I got home, I cleaned the house, so I did not waste the day. My firend Dixie gave me a New Orleans Jazz CD. It
was a great way to swiffer through the house! I try to find something good about every day, and I succeeded once again.