Drawing for the Terrified. What a coinkeedink, my "assignment for this month," as is my custom instituted last year, is to draw every day. EEEEk, the thing that perhaps I am most afraid of-is drawing, well maybe a root canal is ahead of that, in first place. All morning in my jammies, reading/watching videos online at the NYTimes, writing my morning pages, feeding the wild turkeys in our back yard, unblissfully sketching, my neighbor calls me and says we are flooded downstairs. Into action, I call Karl, my darling plumber. I love this guy. He arrives in 15 minutes, assesses the situation, gotta call the carpet steamers/septic people. So all day and nite till 8pm I'm working on this stuff. What kinda retreat is this? There will be more, much more today. The insurance adjustors, more septic people, a new pump, floater, etc. etc. The joys of homeownership, thank you very much.