Frown.
Lear and Cordelia.
Crescent.
Anxiety-filled mug sketch whilst waiting for word on whether or not I have to go into the office on a supposed work holiday. It’s past 3 p.m. Also, *angry*. Listening to a heap of Billie Holiday, because Billie is love, and appropriate antidote to the situation.
Interrupted.
My kind of after-work aperitif. And it was that kind of day.
The Grump grumbles for brew.
Tools used for this morning’s sketch of the Grump’s Salve.
