I just realized this morning how ironic it is that the mug I drink my coffee from every morning
depicts Van Gogh's "Starry Night". Perhaps it has secret powers that neutralize the caffeine?

All right, not very ironic I guess.
But when the caffeine kicks in the effect is extra psychedelic.
That's probably why I thought it was ironic in the first place.

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A later note -- I got so tired of winter and wanted to post a special picture yesterday that I ran out and bought
a bouquet of flowers, something I never do unless it's a gift for someone else.
It's amazing the joy a $10 handful of color can bring.
Makes me wonder if I secretly enjoy sitting in a dismal sepia funk, that I don't do it more often?

If you have time, please feel welcome to visit my 'bouquet' gallery. Here's a sample: