I went to a party last night with my husband to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Fifty years old is such a milestone. I’m past it but I remember thinking about how now there was less of my life left than what I’d already lived. Kinda sobering.
But on the other hand, a meteorite could land on my house right now and then I would’ve turned out to be dead wrong.
Anyway, I amused myself by taking pictures of guests at the party so I’d have someone to draw besides random strangers from the Wet Canvas reference library. (Thanks, Frances!)