Time to Lie Down
I do not know if it's fucking allergies or some godforsaken virus that's hopped the species divide from Lola to Otis to Finn to Yours Truly but I am all asniffle. After a morning in the South Bay, I am back at home in bed with Finnoula (who is feeling better). Ma & I went to the Mark Adams show at the San Jose Quilting museum, mostly pieces were massive woven tapestry pieces from 1950s to 1990s. Very curious and greatly varied. Photos and links to follow. Turns out there is a massive mural by Mark Adams I walk by every day, not two blocks from here. Asked Mum straight up if she loved my Dad and she said "Yes." straight up. Surprised me. Huh!