Had a dental extraction this morning, way in the back where no one can see. Now I'm under the covers and I can't get warm. My teeth are chattering. The girl just brought me soup and the man brought home painkillers and creamy yogurt and cooked me soft pasta. Now I am warmer. Now I am listening to Simon and Garfunkel, I saw them years and years ago in Central Park, when they were young and I was young, and I am crying a very good cry. Here are some light paintings by my daughter, taken with the Hipstamatic app that is our new diversion. That's my mom at the age my daughter is now in the second picture. The colors and texture remind me of those long ago photos. My daughter and I were wondering: Why do we crave the impressionistic in photographs? Maybe it's the way they mimic our memories.