It really does. Every day is full of ideas and notes and plans and tasks that form battalions and charge my mind and then just full-on gallop away from me. It's as if they have their own campaign to get on with, and all I can do is try to play catch-up (which, by mid-afternoon especially, when my brain has the consistency of canned ham, is usually a lost cause). Anyway, some random bits ... x} This (above) is the work of Joseph Cornell . He was a genius in the art of assemblage. My friend Susan likes him, too. This illo's for the chapter I took to writing group last night, the second part of a long story (or a short novella). It went over okay, although some people had trouble with its alternate universe angle, and of course C took the opportunity to hammer me, which she always does, and then denies it on the way home. Sporting! This fun, lovely painting is called 'Spun', by Cathy Nichols . I have a print of it in my studio. x} A few weeks ago my friend Jeannette wen