Glad to be in my own home

It is snowing like you would not believe here -- and has been for three days. People standing in the long Christmas lines are disgruntled, but Steven and I are content. We found lights to give to one another -- ostensibly for our bedroom, but when we got them home they are huge and swamp our tiny bedside tables. Too funny. We haven't decided what to do about it yet, but that's our main Christmas presents for each other, and this makes us happy.

A House in London Pentel marker on bond paper

Here's a drawing I did long ago of a house I lived in in London Ontario, just after I finished university. It is probably the grandest house I ever lived in, but the poor thing was chopped into a bunch of low-rent student apartments, and I don't have great memories of it. I like the drawing though -- it languishes in an old sketchbook -- and is a great example of the kind of drawing we were taught to do, in pen and ink mind you, at art school. Have a wonderful holiday. We are still not finished, but getting close and then -- poof it's over. Enjoy. Have a-wow-are-we-ever-lucky day.