A doodle for my friend Bridget

Still not completely unpacked, but the other night was the first in a long time that I actually zoned out at my kitchen table, listened to music, and doodled my little heart out. It's funny how you don't realize when you are in a funk sometimes, until you are out of it. Don't know if that makes any sense ... I have just come to realize that living in a basement apartment was not my cup of tea, as tough of a cookie as I thought I was. I think I will always have a gooey, fresh-baked, melty-chocolatey center, no matter how hard I try.