I am back from vacation, which was pleasant but not as spacious as I hoped -- my family had many more activities they wished to engage in, so less time to sit at a table or on a couch writing or drawing or otherwise following my own pursuits, and by the time the children were in bed it was usually late enough I had no focus (or vision) to do more than read Agatha Christie mysteries and back issues of Country Life magazine, which are rather similar in tone. Being back home I have laundry and all of that to do, but not today as we will celebrate my daughter's birthday with a trip to more rural areas to walk a corn maze and eat food and admire a large variety of pumpkins. Perhaps I will photograph a few of them.
I am behind on Inktober, not unexpected, but I have pencilled more things than I have inked, and I will enjoy catching up tomorrow or (more likely) during the week, after medical appointments have been done and another Girl Scout meeting has happened. Also I hope to bake bread tomorrow, for some reason during the vacation I kept imagining a future self who lived in that city (not surprising, it is my favourite city and I would love to live there eventually) and did some sort of work baking bread, so I suppose I should listen to my daydreams and bake more. Rosemary bread, I think.
I am behind on Inktober, not unexpected, but I have pencilled more things than I have inked, and I will enjoy catching up tomorrow or (more likely) during the week, after medical appointments have been done and another Girl Scout meeting has happened. Also I hope to bake bread tomorrow, for some reason during the vacation I kept imagining a future self who lived in that city (not surprising, it is my favourite city and I would love to live there eventually) and did some sort of work baking bread, so I suppose I should listen to my daydreams and bake more. Rosemary bread, I think.