Winter berries are not for eating. They are for birds. Perhaps also for fairies who want to make winterberry cordial… alas we mere humans must simply admire the pretty colors against the deep green of winter bushes.
Not a lot going on here Chez Cats Are Huddled Against Every Accessible Part Of My Body And Making It Hard To Type. I’ve been spending some time in my art journal, which has been pretty fun, but not really feeling inspired to make anything big.
Yesterday an idea for a painting popped into my head, and so I’m playing around with sketches and ideas for that. Sketchbook Challenge (see sidebar) kicked off and I am thinking about that, and Unravelling (see also sidebar) starts tomorrow. So there is going to be a lot happening beyond the doodle of the day.
I think my first order of business next week is to get myself to a doctor because I have bronchitis. And I have to take the Elderly Statescat to the vet because SHE has bronchitis or something equivalent, in cat germs. So that will be fun and no doubt involve pills (for us both) and inhalers (for me) and bandages (for me, because I have to pill a pissed off pointy tabby) and well, good times, y’all.
Ollie really has no comment on all this, but he would like to take this opportunity to point out that… a. unlike cranky old tabbycats, he does not have bronchitis, so no pills please. and, b. it is the new year, and therefore time to get into the studio.
What are you waiting for?