I’m guessing that it’s about in fifth grade that a girl learns to write a word, usually her name, and embellish it with concentric outlines. Some of us just never grow out of that particular bit of childhood fun. Yesterday was a spend-most-of-the-day-on-the-couch day (though I got a good bit of laundry done — a good chore when I’m not feeling well and can only muster short spurts of energy…at least now that I don’t have to haul it all up and down two flights of stairs!), so I got a good bit of ink-on-paper reading done and made this ink-on-paper doodle while getting some audio-on-iPod reading done.
(Metallic gel ink on index card)