I went into the studio, surprised to find ice on the inside of the windows. The heater wasn't (still isn't) working, it just clicked and then ...nothing. It's hard to paint with gloves on.
I realised that I had a quiet house (minus the clicking) for six hours, and I started thinking. Shouldn't our mom's get gifts on our birthdays? I mean, now that I have my own teens, I am very aware of all that I put my mother through. She should get lots of presents for that. That's not even to mention the fact that she birthed me and took care of me. Why should I get presents at all? She really must love me and I'm going to give her a special gift on my birthday. Too bad she's out of town.