I'm exhausted again, like so many Fridays. I can barely keep my eyes open. All I can think about is going to bed. And then I remember the bottle of Bombay India ink and the dip pen. Before I know it, it's one o'clock in the morning. I love this sepia ink, and it washes on, mixed up with some watercolor. Too much fun. This has been a hard year for me in many ways, but drawing and sketching have been a enormous gift, giving me a break from the stress and allowing me to just enjoy what's in front of me. I'm looking forward to more of this medium.