aaaahhhhh

happiness is...being home in my own cluttered studio. I don't have to do a thing tonight but sit here and look at the mess. I had forgotten that I'd rearranged my furniture in an attempt to give myself more space. Shall have to fine-tune it this week. Meantime, I notice that a few of the pieces pinned to the wall have lost their pins and fallen down. No matter. I am overjoyed to be here. Marty picked us up at the airport and eventually, we left my mother with Gloria, who has come to stay with her temporarily. My feet are up, coffee cup in hand, and despite the caffeine, I will sleep well tonight. My daughter Jessica, who has started her own blog, informs me that mine is boring. I don't mind a bit.