One of those days

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.