Today I feel like:
- A thirsty daffodil.
- Still yelling about the injustice of my first-ever speeding ticket.
- Painting from Grace’s big tray of watercolors, using the little eye dropper and a stiff brush.
- The dog in the shelter that no one wants to walk because she’s always barking ferociously.
- Giving up on I Sailed with Magellan. Turns out I can’t relate very well to Chicago’s inner-city boys from the 1960s.
- Painting my nails.
- Going outside and never coming back in.
Little Stories 