Last week, on my break up north, the weather was a total washout. So, I spent most of my time here, at this table, drawing the same scene I attempt to draw annually, while at the same cabin. This time, I had no excuse to leave my drawing. The beach was not calling (due to heavy downpours), the fire pit was soggy, wooded roads were not beckoning me to go for a run. Being forced indoors, I HAD TO draw–a tough spot to be in, but I stuck with it (and played some cards, too). No masterpieces were created, but it was a great lesson in patience.