It's All Good

I guess.  It could be worse.

I've worked hard today.  The Daddler doesn't want anything for supper.  His stomach is upset.  I offered cheese toast and/or chicken noodle soup, but he declined.  Maalox.  Nope. 

I've been engaged with client work on Excel, but I'm going to change gears and practice my guitar and paint a little.  Maybe hang some pictures.  Do some laundry.  Find something to eat.  Use my hoola hoop.

Maybe take a hot bath.  Read.  Find a book to download to my Kindle.  Draw a tattoo on my skin somewhere.  Or crank up the radio and dance, do push-ups, sit-ups and maybe paint my fingers or toes.

Whatever I settle on, the fresh air and my open windows make me happy.