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Tea Instead

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As my tea was cooling down I decided to doodle my mug.

Doesn’t necessarily look like the original. Oh, I suppose here is the original.

Yes the crappiness and the swiftness that I drew it. The artistic license. The mush way to turn it into the crudest drawing, you get it, you see it. Lately I’ve felt like why bother? I chuck out crap lately because I’m not sure I have the creative stuff happening in the brain …And brains again… I’ll go back to brains. I’ll go on my rotation for blobby faces, coffee mugs, brains and birds. Blobby faces, coffee mugs, brains and birds…blobby faces, coffee mugs, brains and birds…over and over until you’re pretty sure the woman is mad!

Because I am mad I tells ya!

I will say this I did have some talent many years ago, but turns out prolonged stress and anxiety really does wobble the brain a bit. Not to mention kill the soul.

And you wonder why I like drawing brains … UGH.

Owl and Tea

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She’s saying, “Here have a cup! Stay up!”

I will hear her sometimes at night (it’s a mother owl I believe outside my window) “who who who whoo… whooo” and naturally wake up and go “it’s an owl!” And go suddenly right back to sleep.

But I had some rather potent cup(s) of green tea earlier and now I am obliged to stay up, owl dear. Dear owl, I hear you. What wisdom do you bestow on me?

I’ll let you know what she says, with another doodle later.

Foxy Tea Time

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Tea in a Fox Cup…foxy tea time

Supper’s Ready Genesis

Supper’s Ready live 1972

From the Foxtrot Album.

For some reason it’s Foxy Friday and Supper’s Ready is stuck in my head, that part where he sings ” something tells me I better activate my prayer capsule!”

And do I have time this morning to listen to a 23 minute song? On foxy Friday I do. And I’m not even saying that it’s look foxy today, it’s be a fox, if you will. Sly and sneaky, like sneak a 23 minute song in your morning routine is what I mean. Or quietly whisper something strange and meaningless to someone then run away! Yeah! That kind of foxy. Playful and with no worries, for once!!!

I’ll probably delete this later. Happy foxy Friday everyone. Rock out or throw a rock, or something.