This has been a strange weekend.
Went Friday night to a charming musical
called "Vanities" about women's friendships.
Saturday, encountered a web screen that said,
"You have reached the end of the internet."
Then, for unrelated reasons, had a bit of a meltdown.
In fact, I looked pretty much like the head on the right.
After talking at length to my dear friend Rebecca
and finding comfort in her tender listening,
talking art and the kinds of workshops we're willing
and unwilling to invest in these days,
and waxing on about encaustics
(if you'll pardon the pun)
I felt like the head on the left.
The cookie dough ice cream with caramel sauce
didn't hurt, either.