|Gathering the stuff . . .|
I wish I could say a quiet day was spent at home, but no such boon was I granted. It was computer-mania and then running errands under the gun. Between the computer and leaving the building, I was able to create a journal page (ruminations at 11:00) and setting up a young buck's skull for some metallic gold spray painting. I think the antler configuration here is what hunters might call a Fork and Knife ~ one antler forked, the other not. At least The Game is on tonight and we can relax to touchdowns and off-sides with some striped fellow calling the penalties after tossing his yellow hankie on the field. A gesture I'm not sure I can take seriously anymore. Gets me some spinning done though. Mohair, I think. Mental? Perhaps not tonight. The mind is a bit mushy. Like Becky's potatoes.