Thursday, August 16, 2007

5-minutes, maybe more

I've taken a plunge into serentity. Grant is asleep in the car, which is in the garage (the door is open and I can see him sleeping). The other children are at camp (which they hate, by the way, so I'm not the only one that hates camp). I'm at my perch in the kitchen again, with sketch pad and coffee. Grant says, "Mommy drinks coffee all the time." He's right. An empty house, a white sheet of drawing paper, and a cup of coffee surround me.