Slow Day

Though a productive day on a drawing job. Outside, four states of precipitation were falling, lashing against the windows and thrumming on the roof. I didn’t exit the building all day.  Those poor campers down at the lake.

An early tea for this one before she was off to her evening shift at the pub. Later the rest of us ate together before the sound man set off back south.

Still trying to commit my eyes to paper, rather than screen, I’m (re)reading The Bone People.