This IS Friday, isn’t it?

I’m so caught up in my story, “Garrett”, book 2 of the Texas McKettricks, I have to stop and think about what day it is.

Sadie is off to her class today, and Bernice and the kits and I will be hanging out downstairs, in the office.

I’m having a lot of fun in my studio, too–I slip in there on breaks and slap some paint onto something–:) It always gives me a thrill. I’ve enrolled in Suzi Blu’s Les Petit Academy online, and I’m learning to draw and shade faces. Not the super-realistic kind,

Woke up to the first snowfall of the season this morning, and it’s still coming down. Lots of small, busy, swirling flakes. Cha Cha-kitty is sitting at the back door as I write this, looking out and thinking, well, who knows what? Sadie and Bernice have both curled up on their beds for a little kitchen-snooze. (The kitchen is Sadie’s favorite place, since there’s always a chance of falling food.)

This is a perfect writing day. It’s cozy, and I love cozy.

So that’s one thing I can put in my gratitude journal–one of about a million.

Be happy. It’s