My lilacs are blooming, but I didn't make time yesterday to go out and cut any. I slept only about three hours last night, and even this pot of Irish Breakfast tea and a chirpy phone call from my favorite sister* haven't lowered my stress levels. I've got more work than I can possibly finish today, so I'm going to blog "light". I just hope people like My Number One Son and Chris don't heckle me today because I don't have the time (or the energy) to smack them down.
Here's a picture I took a couple of weeks ago and was saving for a rainy day:
That's my favorite pen (a Waterman, for those of you who care about such things), and the magenta ink (from J. Herbin) is rose-scented. Lovely stuff--makes you want to write love letters. Or poems.
When I'm talking on the phone or sitting in a meeting, I doodle. (Click the pic for a closeup.) There is no variety to my doodles. I usually end up with hearts, daisies, shooting stars, or bunches of grapes (with half-full wineglasses). Is that normal? Okay, I'm no artist, but you'd think my doodles would reflect my (over)active imagination, wouldn't you?
Yeah. I needed one more thing to obsess about today.
How do you doodle? Do you make horses and rainbows? Boring little boxes? C'mon, tell us.
*As it happens, she is my only sister. But who's counting?