Cycle of water

I was brave.
I braved the cold.
Cold was the water.
I didn't brave it.

My morning cycle was truncated by flooded paths and lots of mud. I still managed a few miles and didn't get hypothermia. Trying to dry my hair when I had lost my hairdryer, wasn't fun. Fried hair, partly straightened, isn't a good look.

I started back at oil painting class again and managed to make even more mess than before. Is there any hope?
Probably, but perhaps not for me.

Chin chin!

XS