I haven’t drawn much at all. I disfigured foot. Rain-cranky children, noses running, have kept me on the move. I did manage to lift (miracle!) the decomissioned sandboat onto the roof of the evolving chicken castle. The chicks get bigger and bigger. Their tiny wings are feathered now. I played banjo a lot yesterday. It occurs to me that if I play everyday I will get better. How many things is it possible for me to do on a daily basis.
Daily is a powerful tool.
Will post evidence of production later.
PROOF OF GOD! ...and other tragedies. 