That’s pretty much how I feel right now. It seems life keeps throwing one curve ball after another — apocalyptic snow, weeks of cleaning brush, sick kids, Thanksgiving. And now I have the horrible cold that is making the rounds. Just want to curl up with hot tea and nap.
I haven’t drawn or edited or written in over a month.
And I’m feeling whiney. And grouchy.
And the sky is gray.
And it is raining.