It's not that I don't have many things that I should be doing because I do. And then I have other things that I could be doing. But I happened to notice this new set of watercolors that have been screaming to be opened. And I love little things. And I love sitting and thinking while I am doing something that requires no thought. And then, because I noticed the French names of the colors were beautiful, I could feel my hand pressing the pen to the notebook and carefully copying the names. And for what reason? None, except that I love paper and pens and letters and words. And I love colors. Once upon a time I was a teacher. It was a great thing to be! But I must say that punishment was never for the students to write or copy something. There is no punishment in that at all. And if there is, it is only because the child's past must have included an experience that made writing seem a punishment. Words and letters and pencils and papers are beautiful. They should be cared for and loved and also used with care and love and honest..... I will stop. But I must say to sit and write for a few minutes was a real treat - a break from the rat race of the day.