Tuesday before groundhog day.

Why is it that Tuesdays seem so unproductive? I spent most of the morning excavating our bills basket and writing checks. Nothing like paying bills to make one question one's decision to be an artist/writer. And so, I went to the seer of all seers, that humble prognosticator Punxsutawney Phil. Ask him a question he'll tell you the answer. He's right too. He knows that I will "definitely" need to pick up my husband from work, (The truck is broken.) and that the chance that I will make money from my art and writing is "highly doubtful." Thanks to Cindy Lord for that time waster.