A quiet Tuesday. A sense of acomplishment. Being able to do a little bit of this, a little bit of that, staying on top of things, making some delicious yummies for my sweeties, some new drawings, (where are they going?) using watercolour and ink, not ready to show them yet, maybe tomorrow, making some inner decisions, what to discard, what to keep, making notes all the time, if I am to do this more efficiently I have to focus on fewer things, haven't I been doing that for months? but I am still in the process (believe it or not) of setting these priorities, I am moving from living on 'artistic impulse' and lets face it 'impulse generally' to something 'planned'. A 'planned' life. I think I lied last time I mentioned something about happiness. When I sit down and think about it all, my insides start purring like a cat's next to a fireplace. Happiness comes much more often than Christmas.