For the next series of doodles I decided the focus should be on the letter forms of the date. (Numbers, too.)

When I started doing the daily doodle challenge I figured it would be a simple matter of snatching a free 30 minutes every day to do a few scribbles. After all, I used to doodle constantly as a teen. I have piles of sketchbooks gathering dust in the basement to prove it.

I guess one of the problems of being an adult is all the things you ‘have to do’ interfere with all of the things you want to do. And by the time all the have to things are done, for me at least, any energy to do the things you want to do is all used up.

On Sundays, my husband and I play nice with his mother. She’s pretty much housebound and as a result very lonely. I’d feel sorry for her, but she chooses to be housebound and does her best to trawl for sympathy at every opportunity. It tends to get a bit old. Anyway, we spend 5-6 hours over there.

My brain says to me “ah a perfect opportunity to (write) (draw) (read) during the time we are over there.

My body, on the other hand, once I have done my best to save whatever concoction MIL has burning for lunch and clean up afterward, says “time for a nap.”

It never fails. As soon as I can sit down on the couch and do whatever it is I have brought along with me, my eyes start drooping and my head starts nodding and the next thing I know my husband is kicking my foot and telling me it’s time to go home.

Darn body.