A frizzle of details

Written last night:

Dear Friends,

Today frizzled with important details — the kind that used to make me feel over-burdened and fearful. Paperwork, car stuff (Rosa is fine!), driving to unfamiliar places in my new city, with a possibly-critical passenger who knows the streets well. I was feeling anxious — out of habit, I suppose — and then suddenly fine. I’m not sure it’s a turning point, but it is a relief.

Love,

k

More new wall art, this near the car wash
Car wash manager told me with amazement that the artist used only spray cans for the whole thing
"I said his pressing forefinger must hurt," the manager told me.
 "But he said No, spraying strains his arm between elbow and wrist"