A Whole Day to Do What I Want

The day is mine. I can do what I want. There is no schedule. I am free to play! I could paint, cartoon, write or organize. I laugh at my silliness, I have the whole day! So many choices – and a clean studio too! I am overcome with the happiness, full of sentimental goo. Ideas are churning around in my excited head. Not wanting to choose, I go back into my bed. Take a long nap, and wake up happier still. I thought you’d be painting says my puppet doll, Bill. I know it’s October, and almost Halloween. But the fact that he talked, seems macabre and obscene.