I ordered art supplies this morning (yay!), and tackled some programming (ugh! I wrote this script when I was just starting out and it's SO ugly and redundant!). There is laundry in the dryer, and the sun is starting to come up. (Not that I will see it today from home, but at least it's getting bright out!)
My 20 year high school reunion is being plotted on Facebook and it's rather... weird. All these familiar names, some of them vague recollections, and I have to wonder what they're like now. Would I have anything in common with any of them? My closest friends were in grades older or younger, or are out of state and touch. And me... I was such a pretentious little twit in high school. I like to think I've changed, but I probably am not all that different. Just older. No wild successes to show off. Not a famous illustrator yet. My business is hard to explain to people in person - I imagine a lot of conversations trying to explain Sketch Fest, or talking awkwardly about how I did have a modestly booming merchandise business but chose to close that portion of things because... things. And no, I never did grow out of that "fantasy thing*". Probably all of their children are older than Guppy. So... how about that weather.
Incidentally, I ran into a friend from that era at dance class last week and I DO hope we have a chance to catch up. (One person in flesh is less scary than hoards of names on a screen... and I was better friends with her than most of my classmates!)
Going to wake the baby now. I'm quite sure I won't be getting a nap out of her today, at this rate! But goodness, she clearly needed some snoozing!
*An actual comment from a visitor at the fair one year.
