happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you,
happy birthday to you.
Happy birthday, dear Daddy,
happy birthday to you.

Today I left the Art Institute. I am not sure what I will do next.

I slept a lot today. I also went to the Humane Society to cheer myself up because I love dogs. That was not a smart idea. It was not cheery. It was very sad. So many sweet dogs (and cats, gerbils, and rabbits) without homes or families. I felt a kinship.

The leaves are changing in Seattle. A lot of reds, oranges, and yellows.
A new season.