{Coffee black and walls rose.}
It’s raining and what I have done with the day I cannot say. Three strong black coffees I have drunk, and pretty soon I think I’ll make a little fettuccine with zucchini and basil (care to join?). Drawing has been attempted for the aptly titled The Last Hurrah (a drawing exhibition coming soon to Imp, 28 November - 21 December) and the results were lacklustre (tomorrow will be better).
Yes, the day, the week has been one of quiet merriment and general laziness for me. It has sped by at rapid rate… an opening here and things undone there, and the deadlines they bear down. It was a week to discover that sometimes a monkey carries something other than you’d intended for it to carry (a collaborative work of ours receives an additional something… see here... I feel so Sex and the City now).
Enjoy your Friday, friends, may it yield suitable treasure; I am a searching for it also.
