Crossed purposes

It was one of those days. Migraine in the morning. Milk curdled in my tea. Not enough quarters to do the laundry. Went to the bank but brought the wrong card. Went to the library to pick up the documentary on Tom Dowd but forgot to take the book that was due. Bought milk. Got home in time for Bella's visit, but she didn't want to stay with Baba today, so after she threw a screaming fit, her mom took her home. Started to write a new piece and it wouldn't work, ended up trashing the whole thing. Wrote a few Blip comments. Finally at 8 p.m. I went out for a walk to clear my head and shot this. Gorgeous blue sky, lovely old apartment building catching the evening sun, and a hatchwork of lines and fragments.