Today I woke up not feeling well. After resting and not feeling any better I wrote a letter to my estranged son and turned it into an art journal page. I don't feel any better but at least I did something. All the sad days in my life might be but a mucky blur one day but this one page will be clear. Let's face it. Not all our memories are pretty ones but we might as well accept them all.
Here's to Tylenol and an evening with Jessyca.