Have you ever had one of those days that just made you happy to be breathing the air? I had one of those recently It was on the day we celebrated my father's 80th birthday.  I'd been working on a painting of Evelyn, my second mother:

I was going to give this one to my brother. I'd started it before Christmas, and it wasn't dry enough to travel when he went home, so I thought I'd meditate on it to see if it was really finished...it turns out it was, and it turns out the Muse thought it'd be the perfect gift for my Father's 80th. So that morning I woke up early and worked out, then started working on one of the paintings for the Motorcycle Museum, which I'll post once I submit them to the Museum.

All day that day I just felt lucky. I woke up happy could give them a 'picture for their fridge'... It was a beautiful day, I had been artin' a lot...I'd even gotten back in the gym. Working out always straightened out my attitude, but that was a special day.

Now, all I had do was to make good on my promise to my brother, because I have a second chance; he's coming home  in a few weeks. This new one started differently, and I think it's going to be a much better portrait:

If my luck continues, anyway...