I had been planning to post some cheery spring-themed images, 'tis the season after all, but it's been so gray and wet and blah here in SF for just about ever... and as much as I love spring in all its pink-flowered glory, I'm not feeling it just yet. So I'm doing the next best thing, or perhaps the best thing, really, which is posting a drawing my husband Jeff Heermann did last week - of he and I, in the rain. Isn't it nice? I like how it shows us sort of cowering - I think a lot of people in our neck of the woods are just kind of defeated by the incessant rain and gloom. Sorry to whine - things could be so much worse - but it does get to be a bit of a grind. Please Mr. Sun, come our way?
Jeff's artwork is strange, and wonderful, just like him. I love him lots. We have recently been chasing the rainy day blues away with beer, pizza, DVDs of 1970s British sitcoms, and our sweet and goofy cat Chuy. I guess things are okay after all.