I Don't Like Mondays...

but I don't have quite the same dislike for them as the girl in The Boomtown Rats tune. Here is the result of my painting session yesterday. With luck, some difference can be made in the picture, rather than just the surroundings, since my kitchen is significantly smaller than the space at Pratt.

The Delirium Nocturnum bottle on the counter was enjoyed Saturday, and I still haven't managed to get the bottle to the recycling bin. Glass is always a trip by itself, since it goes in a different bin than the balance of the recycling.

At least I understand why no one reads this blob--I publish when I have nothing to say, and even when I do have something to say, it is a bit dull. Welcome to the everyday world of everyone.