Sketch Eleven

I am attempting another sketch to keep up with the game plan. Don't know if it will work or not. This is suppose to happen once a day. I don't have a computer up at the hospital, and was able to get home briefly today. Now I sit staring at the screen while also talking to a friend. With one hand I type this. No sketch tonight, just thoughts. Scared, worried, crying, laughing, so many emotions I cannot swear I know what each are. I took time away to look at the post my oldest daughter put up for and of Vincent on FB. Reading and seeing the pics have made me cry. Tears are stuck in the tired-creases below my eyes. Just when I think there are no tears, they come, and when I think I should be crying I have none. I don't know how much of an emotional rollercoaster I can ride. Well, not a sketch, but writing. I am going to attempt to work on the piece promised in a challenge, sketch out each section as I go to put it together.

Hope to be on tomorrow to keep this going on schedule instead of playing catch-up.