sunday draws to a close.
a new school week begins in 12 hours.
we painted constellations for science on friday on velvety black cardstock, then used white pens for the letters.
it is very nice indeed when i have time to unplug from everything else and spend some time in the sketchbook.
i cannot waste all the time i want staring into space, or mindlessly surfing the vast interwebs dreaming of far away places.
except i did find this cabin in the woods.
wanderlust can be painful.
it’s still summery here for the most part, although this morning the hills were blanketed in thick white fog.
i’ve started a new book after finishing lighthouse island. which. frankly, i loved. but, that doesn’t mean you will.
am now going back in time again to the 18th century. so far so good.
if you’re doing something amazing i’ll need to know. particularly if it involves travel of any kind.
i’ll just be here. doing this and that.