When the days blur into each other and I can’t remember what I did last weekend, all I have to do its flip through my sketchbook.
Here are 6 consecutive pages from last weekend.
A page of cat drawings and a quick sketch at my local cafe.
Followed by sketches at the Rosicrucian Egyptian Museum in San Jose.
And a recital that my son was a part of.
That’s how I keep track of what I did.