Fingertips

I only barely remembered to post tonight.

The most frustrating memory from today was when I felt obligated to do sketches on the letters I sent out. The resistance was likely amplified by the fact that I hadn't done substantial drawings for the few days previous. The dozen or so birds and assorted creatures felt more like a chore, especially because I try to put my best foot forward when I'm creating for other people. No mistakes allowed... and I'm working in ink!

I got over it, and am waiting for the scans so they can go in the mailbox.

The most liberating memory from today was revealing a burdensome semi-secret to a close friend. It was all my issue, but the other party knowing about it now relieves me, as I don't have to hide my feelings (or have feelings that need to be hidden). Yes, cryptic! It was a very personal moment, but I want to remember it.

The most wonderful memory from today was sitting in a nearly empty Barnes and Noble with Reagan. We were squashed into an oversized chair, him flipping through Burton Holmes Travelogues, me half watching the parade of photos, half dozing into his chest. I was very cozy and warm; a Sarah McLachlan album played over the PA. Despite my sleepiness, it was a perfect hour.

There might have been some broader theme for today, but I'm suddenly irritated for no good reason and just want to go to bed.