What is happiness to you? Is it swirly and red with hearts and cats and yellow chamomile tea? Does it dance like the sheep dance? I am happy these days although nothing extraordinary is happening. I have papers due. My phone doesn't ring very much. Yet, I feel like I'm in the right place. My sketchbook is overflowing with ideas for next weeks paintings. I have learned how to make my own frames! I want to paint under the big tree outside of my window. And read my textbooks on the grass.