two plus good hours with torch today. stretching oxygen until tuesday.
sketched/carved 2 birds today (also), first time in 5 years. felt good and they came like...well, easy.
something elated me. it was either just carving the birds, or realizing i could still do it, i don't know. isn't funny the things we worry about?
(the allusion to carving birds and the fact that it is thanksgiving day in the u.s. was accidental, unanticipated)
