This is the fifth April 23 since Dad died, and the first since Mom died last September. Love you, Mom and Dad, and I hope everything we want to believe about heaven is true.
A little rumination, before I get on with the work I brought home this weekend but didn't do yesterday. A lot of things have been coming clearer in my mind over the past several months, and just in the past few days I've made a major decision that for a number of reasons I couldn't make before. Enough with the money and (nominal) position and title; I'm ready to take back some of my time, and get back the freedom of being responsible for no one's work but my own.
I'll make the official announcement tomorrow morning.
Stone walls do not a prison make, / Nor iron bars a cage.
Or possibly that should be I could not love thee, dear, so much, / Loved I not honor more.
(Edited to swap the sepia tone for the other picture, because I like it better:)
You all have figured out that I don't have the attention span for consistent or well-developed doll characterization, right? These are not Lyon and Kanbei, insofar as Lyon and Kanbei even have their own personalities. No plotline here, no ongoing story, no consequences, just a vignette.
And Sejong is not planning to sing with a rock band; he just likes the fabulous shirt that thelyn sent him. Orange is his color, I do believe.