I’m home, darlin’! It was a wonderful week in a number of ways. I found a few bits of myself still knocking around where they used to live, keeping an eye on the ghosts. We talked for awhile and agreed that we can go now. The war is over.
I did some drawing as well, though less than I intended – girls are distracting. You’ll see the girls in question below; two of the beautiful women I love. Any imperfection in evidence is the fault of my clumsy hands, not a fault in the models. I’m terribly clumsy; I try to cultivate an air of well-meaning bumble in the hope that it will be considered my “brand” rather than a serious handicap. Whether I’m a charming eccentric or an active danger to myself depends upon both the day and your perspective.