Today was painting day. By leaving home early and driving slowly and cautiously, I managed to get safely to class. Quite early. Hm mm.
Half of the class was spent in a brief introduction to the art of Chinese painting in which I have an interest and now have the materials with which to attempt it. The other half of class was spent in laying down the initial washes on the English landscape.
I haven't taken any pictures.
After painting, I ran quite a few errands of both my own and D's. Due to the snowstorm, there were more errands than usual - or at least there seemed to be more.
No pictures were taken.
Home again, home again to make soup, bake cookies, knit mittens, cut out material, craft a quilt, fold and put away laundry. I did knit a bit, make a few preparations for soup, and watch a lot of "taped" Public Television programs.
The camera remained on its tripod in a corner.
Perhaps getting up at five a.m. had something to do with it. Perhaps the frigid weather froze me into a state of inertia.
Perhaps, but I don't think so. I think I just took the day off. I took a . . .