Big, ugly conversation looming tonight

And it is hanging over me like the sword of Domekles.

Beer. It not just for breakfast anymore.

Actually quite the reverse. I'm drinking kitsune_13 and langsuir's gift of "bacon beer". Ye Gods! It actually does taste like bacon. This has remarkable hair-of-the-dog potential. With a plate of bacon, runny fried eggs cooked in the bacon grease, and toast I can't imagine a hangover that couldn't be chased away. I shall have to keep a couple bottles of this in the medicine cabinet next to the asprin for hangover emergencies.

If this had caffeine in it I think I could live off it.

The left half of a half-finsihed drawing

Sanctuary (in progress) This is done with a crow-quill pen. That means dipping in a bottle of ink every few seconds and, as you can see, running the risk of getting the odd, unplanned black drip. I haven't done a serious crow-quill drawing in 13 years. They take a lot of patience.