September 14, 2025

This week was the "shot heard round the world," the assassination of Charlie Kirk, when society turned upside down again (how many times can it do that before it collapses completely?). Everything has changed. I've been struggling to return to a space where drawing feels acceptable, simply because everything is so heavy and wrong now. Thanks to whovever threw a spanner in the matrix--you suck.

I took Friday off because I had no vehicle and couldn't get to work, I was so excited and thought I'd spend the whole day drawing--and woke up with my monthly stomach migraine. I couldn't get out of bed. Not much drawing happened.Three days later, my mind is still playing tricks on me. So no, not much drawing happening.

We had to come closer to accepting having to move--we actually paid people to clean for us, because we're having pictures taken to list our house. We still have no idea where we're moving to.

On Sunday morning, it was announced from the church pulpit that someone I grew up with and who belonged to a family that was a staple of my childhood was killed in an accident, and it feels like it's all too much suddenly.

All in all, a strange few days and not really one conducive to creating much.

We went to the lake today. I wasn't going to miss that. I grew up camping, and we don't do any now that I'm an adult, since my husband isn't a camper. Still, there's something about the trees and the water that washes the filth of the world away. I am glad I went. I definitely feel lighter.

This is the entire collection of my efforts for this half week. Almost not worth posting. But "the journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step,' right? One foot in front of the other and before you know it, you're a mile down the road. In that state of mind, on to the next.