Day Forty One: Come Home, Be Loved.

My otherwise blissfully domestic evening got hijacked by a couple of drinking boys. Apparently not content to drink at home all day: a drive to a dive ensued, complete with open containers.

Luckily we got the car home and sent one to bed. The other grumpily stomped off into the darkness of a rainy night swearing to find his own way. So there's that. And the girl... she is not happy and will gladly tell you all about it. I listened.

But now back I go to making dinner, making art and focusing with quiet mind. (No, that is not wine in my cup)

 

February 10: Sharpie, uni-ball on bogus, 9"x12"

"The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong." - Mahatma Gandhi