I wrote a long, much too personal post about procrastination to go along with the sketch on the hardwood supplier's green memo pad late last night, then quickly removed it early this morning, I hope before anyone read it. I don't mind dosing myself with a little humility now and then, but I think that it is bad manners and poor form to merely spill one's guts on a blog and to pass it off as writing. Some rants are best heard only by the mute walls of the studio.

What I half jokingly refer to as procrastination, in this case putting off getting to the main event with a spirited drawing of Ronny's lovely pipe, is intended to charge the final piece that I'll send to Sweden with energy that it might not have if I do the drawing too soon. Of course, it also raises expectations, but I'm not going to shy away from that. The CORPS (Conclave of Richmond Pipe Smokers) annual expo is in two weeks, and I've set that as my deadline. In my immediate focus, though, is the cold bottle of ale that I want to reward myself with at the end of this rather trying week. So on now to relaxing on a rainy Friday evening.