In my studio.
This bright, big orange egg-chair-thing gives endless pleasure, provided you have enough space to twirl someone around in it.
Today Son#2 and I are going to the ophthalmologist.
Hopefully, they won't need to tape his right eye shut.
Yesterday we had a friend over (actually, his mother insisted he come along, despite my protests of swimming-lesson-madness).
She only has one child, must think I'm DayCare Woman and can handle any number of children (not).
These kinds of things accentuate my need of wine.
Sigh.
Meanwhile, back in South Africa, my dad is seeing the oncologist for blood tests and whatnot.
Am with you, Daddy-O.
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