I went to the eye doctor this morning, and am spending a little time at home waiting for the dilation to settle down before going to work.
(Everything was fine. I don't have to go back for six months.)
When Sand and I talked about making 2007 the "Year of Art", I was eager to learn about drawing and painting. I got a pocket-sized Moleskine for my purse... and then ignored it. Drawing in public still seems somehow dangerous to me. I'm not a "real" artist, just a scribbler, I tell myself.
But we were early enough for church Sunday that I pulled out the notebook and sketched the lectern.
And now I'm showing it to you. There. One scary fear smacked on the nose.