More than ready
Pressed Steamy hot crisp collars, that cooked smell, a memory of helping my mom iron as a kid.
Enough of being thwarted by technology challenges tonight.
Faced with the sad reality of a much loved small business gone corporate, shrunken by the disappointment of their now worse than poor customer service, taking a deep breath releasing, i am soothed by the sound of a gentle rain.
Another full week, ready for sleep, a few pub drawings below…
Thank you for being here, it keeps me showing up! Even in a wobbly way, when i feel i should write more, i at least share some drawings.
Not feeling ready for the cold… Yet i know i’ll adjust and love the first snowflakes when they arrive in their tingly melt of a tiny first kiss.
What gets you ready?
Do you need to be ready?
