I have an idea or two cooking around, and with 365 or so paintings to work with, there are some possibilities.
Muddy day for walking again = fabulous, NO ONE ELSE was out!!!! I'm getting faster too, cool to be able to notice.
Dickons', the Bleak House: Harold Skimpole is someone I would like to smack upside the head, hard. I can feel myself grinding my teeth every time he appears.
Toni Morrison's Bluest Eye second time through: more depressing. Also more interesting because I see the writing more clearly.
Hate it when I have an idea for a post and can't remember it when it comes time to write. Same idea three days running, but when evening rolls around I CANNOT remember. Maybe I should write on early onset alzheimers.
My voice has disappeared today and been replaced by a gin-drinking filterless-smoking baritone. Quite a surprise to all around me when I open my mouth. Something of a challenge for my students.
Look what I bought myself:
This may be Spain, but I can assure you that the floors here are cold. Not anymore!
Welsh sheepskin slippers. Imported by yours truly. I LOVE them, even if they are just a wee bit ugly. They are so warm I'll forgive them most anything.
Hope you had a lovely day.