When the wolves come out of the walls, it's all over.

So I didn't do much of importance yesterday. Mostly I drew, though I kept very little of it. I've really got to buckle down and finish the kitchen. It would be so very nice if I could use counter space without worrying about spreading spackling dust everywhere, or walk into the kitchen without kicking the displaced trash can. I know, whine whine; no one to blame but myself.

Gramma cut her visit off until next year, apparently someone died from swine flu, and there are enough cases of it at home that mom didn't want her to risk it. So no trip for me this month!

( Pink is my new...er, old obsession. )