Nose to the grindstone today! Yesterday got totally screwed waiting for planes to come in and whatnot, so I've got to knuckle down today and hammer out Digger stuff--I'm coming up on the deadline for vol. 2 stuff, and my decadence in working on paintings has put me behind schedule. Scads of work today.
I know all this, and yet I am still halted in my tracks by the sight of a male eastern towhee bouncing across the lawn going "towHEE! towHEE!"
But hell, if you can't take time for that sorta thing, what's the point?