These past weeks we have been in the throes of work-related moving. Today there was no time for drawing, so I pulled something out of my journal from a month or two ago so that this space wouldn’t go wanting.
I probably could/should have taken a few minutes to draw some of the things we are moving, but in the heat of the moment, with the gaping maw of the U-Haul calling and surrounded by cleaning people, and piled high boxes, it was not high on my list of things to do. It probably should have been, in retrospect, because if today wasn’t a “carpe sketchum” moment, I don’t know what would be.
Tomorrow will be better, and perhaps even a little more relaxed. Maybe I’ll tell you the story of how I made lox in my refrigerator with some good salmon, kosher salt and vodka, and how I got the recipe from my ophthalmologist, who knows his lox.
Until tomorrow, then.