dipping my brush in guoache. staring at one of my mesmerizing sailing ships. studying the patterened carpets around here. coloring my gulls. drawing more frames. drinking a bottle of cinammon horchata seasonal ale. reading o' pioneers that totally wasn't on my reading list but is now that i am officially obsessed with mid-19th century peeps traveling overland in covered wagons heading to all parts west. oh crap. someone just fell down a rabbit hole. it's hard to predict where i'll wind up.