I am falling over with tiredness. I was trying to write but either my eyes kept closing or I kept staring at the screen thinking “wonder what happens now?”. I did some words but not many. It’s ok. I’d purposely built up a reserve knowing that not much gets done on Thanksgiving. Back to work in earnest tomorrow.
Stole this from Sandy’s blog because it’s perfect and if I post it on my blog maybe I can refer to it as needed.
So night all. See you tomorrow. Save your dollars and shop local in your small businesses tomorrow and Saturday.
He studies a single blade of grass. But this blade of grass leads him to draw every plant and then the seasons, the wide aspects of the countryside, then animals, then the human figure. So he passes his life, and life is too short to do the whole. — Vincent van Gogh
Love the thought.