My family is limping through our third bout of seasonal norovirus.
Tyoma missed four days of school last week. I am sick of toilets, paper towels and Mickey Mouse cartoons.
I fought my ennui with watercolor, crayons, and ink.
Without an easel or chain link fence to protect it, I painted atop our bookshelves, standing on a kitchen chair. I enjoyed balancing on one foot. Afterall, it’s the process, not the product!