Tuesday, 21 May 2013
This morning I had made a mental note to remove the bottle from the fridge so I wouldn't be tempted by its cool, fresh, fruitiness. I forgot.
Then, as I contemplated the heavy grey skies, I figured it wasn't the sort of weather for white anyway... That thought went the same way as the latter.
So here I am singing softly to myself wafting in and out of a dreamlike state and scanning in paintings I made 'earlier'.
I may well treat myself to an early night.
By WrightStuff at May 21, 2013