No, not wordless.
Scribblings of another night. Now I"m just being whimsical in my picture-sharing. Impulsive? It's two ay em and the switch switched over that has me staying up doing stupid things rather than lying in bed with my eyes closed.
Did you know Sharpies tickle?
Just realized tomorrow is Christmas. By which I mean I get to spend tomorrow with my boys and their mother and my mother, as if it were Christmas, because of others' travel plans. Up to now I haven't actually had Christmas. Haven't had a single present to open. I'm rather over it, too. Didn't miss it, no need for it, ready to move on. Still, have to do tomorrow. Today. Whichever.
When I was a young lad taken to wandering the Berkeley Hills all night and not infrequently until sunrise, I decided the day began either at sunrise or when one woke up for the day, whichever came first. Not at midnight, which is too arbitrary.
I could write about Christmas Eve and the timid church service, but not now. Or Santacon. But, ehh. You understand.
2 comments:
What a fine canvas you have.
Does it help to know I'm more than a bit jealous of you now and again?
Not always, not all the time, mind, but now and then I think "Well, that's just too cool for me not to be doing that."
Ah, well, if I could do everything that took my imagination, I'd have to live a thousand years.
But I do envy you the canvas...
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