NOT. YET.

I suppose it is a natural course of events for an artist to be "emotional." After all, isn't that part of the reason we become artists: to "get it out"? Regardless, one of my coping methods has always been to draw it out. It doesn't always give me the answers to life, the universe or ANYTHING -- but it does manage to let off some steam.

In the course of the past week, I almost lost one of my little heart-beats at my feet. This was, naturally, due to an act of abject ignorance on my part. One should never leave half-eaten dried apricots around when there is an ornery Dutchie Grrrl on the loose. And when said Ornery Dutchie eats said dried apricot, at least Google if there will be any lasting effects.

UPDATE: Russette (She was a "Russel" until... well... ) is feeling better and was even back in my face as I worked in the studio yesterday. I was so happy when she jumped into my lap and stuck that nose into my eye. (She also ate an aglet off one of the laces of my hiking boot. This made the vet chuckle. Seriously -- An aglet is ok but 4 bites of a dried fruit almost killed her).

AGLET: NOUN: A METAL OR PLASTIC TUBE FIXED TIGHTLY AROUND EACH END OF A SHOELACE.
ALSO A TASTY SNACK FOR RABBITS.

The rabbit is on the mend. Her human lady, however, is in need of decompression. This is the result of trying to decompress: