In the other land it has rained for 18 of the past 16 days, or something of that count. It even rains wher eit should not. So now I look for the rain when i should be working and spend my time holding it off, or at best watchign to make sure it does not surprise me again. Part of me wants nothing more than to give up the confines of this other land and just take a paint, ink and paper here and do what I love to do. But alas, it is not meant ot be right now so I do what I can and I make what I make.