Friday

The other day I said I was going to finish my moose drawing or die. Well, I lied. I didn't finish the drawing, and I didn't die.

I did put the missing tire on the tractor and deepened the shadow on the ground under it. And I did read about eight chapters in the Steven King book I am trying to get finished. I don't like it, and I can't keep the characters or scenes straight in my mind, but I'm still plugging along. I have about eight new books to reward myself with if I can get through this one.

The cat is going to have a long, hard day. There is a spider on the ceiling. She won't be able to nap with that thing up there.