The end of the week. . . .

. . . .  though when you are retired, each day seems much like the one before it and the one after it. The "living for Fridays" ends, because every day is almost like a working person's Friday!

I didn't write last night because I was sick. I had a bad spell of vertigo which started as we left for band in Fresno. Instead of tapering off and quickly getting better, it got worse and we had to come home without going to rehearsal. Being a person who almost never throws up, I hate being nauseated and physically ill in that way. I came home and went straight to bed and woke up fine, as usual.

The bad part is that the episodes are coming more frequently lately and I can't know when I'm going to have one. I don't know what triggers them so I don't know what to avoid doing or eating. The ear/nose/throat specialist is just about convinced that I am having "silent migraines" which aren't that uncommon, apparently. The "aura", nausea, and vomiting are present without the headache. Strange? And rather disconcerting. Hopefully, we'll figure it out before too much longer.

Today, I finished up the 2 paintings I've been working on--"Oversaxed" and the bright floral, as yet unnamed. I also prepared a background for tomorrow's demo for Yosemite Western Artists. The demo may be canceled if it is still snowing in Oakhurst. If not, I'm packed and ready to go!