Sunday, January 18, 2009

Thoughts With Mittens

I was so cold last night I slep with mittens on . . . Since I'm not contributing to the well being of the pellet stove or oil heat I can't say anything. It is a penance for not having my own life. Tonight begins the realignment. Clean my room, rewrite my resume and hit the streets tomorrow looking for jobs again. Finish the design work for the UPS Store, and turn some attention back to making art. Thank you, Ariel, for the Irish mittens!