Monday began, as every day should but only some do, with a running of the dogs. I got home and worked for a little while, then worked a little more, then worked a little more. The day was pleasent and usual. The evening however, I decided to play a little. I painted like a child, and I learned a lot from it. It was such a nice end of the day. Oh, and I watched Jane Eyre too!
Here is what I painted: