Art

For someone who is supposed to be an artist, at least kinda sorta, I haven't been around a lot of art. I astonished (I think) someone today by telling her I have never been inside the new downtown home of the Oklahoma City Museum of Art.

So I went to see The Mexican Masters (not a golf tournament!) exhibition this afternoon, in spite of a nagging headache/jawache/toothache/sinusache/side of faceache that impeded my enjoyment and made it difficult to focus, physically as well as mentally.

I apologize to my companions if I seemed out of it. I was out of it.

I live less than five minutes from the museum, and I still stopped for aspirin at 7-Eleven on the way home... I was that desperate.