Another Day in Assisted Living

The day begins when I wake at 6 a.m. I normally wake at that time, when my internal clock is working. Of course I go to sleep when it gets dark outside as well. 6:04 a.m. I hear a soft scratching at the front door and then it opens ever so slowly on well-oiled hinges.

Oh What a Beautiful Morning

I may have mentioned this before, if so forgive me. There is a woman here, well put together, hair in a bun, fashionable clothes from the 50s, and made up to look like she was still in her 30s. None of that is important. Just a bit of background to the painting. What is important