Snow Day

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 . . . 

SNOW DAY!