Shipwreck

Ok, here it is.  As you know, since you read this blog diligently, I wasn't sure if I was going to post a picture of this one, but it is growing on me.  Shipwreck.  Not trainwreck, although that may be what it is, but shipwreck.  I think it looks like a tall mast, going down.



So yesterday was day three of no sugar and no alcohol.  And guess what.  I got sick again.  There is a lesson here.  Round two of my love affair with DayQuil is underway.  Last night my head was so full of crud I almost couldn't hold it upright, but I started a new piece anyway.  So far, it's kinda cool.  But for now, the lesson is: