My grandfather's funeral was a mournful affair, but it brought every single member of our family -- especially those from very far away -- together. We were able to spend three wonderful days catching up with one another, spending time together, laughing and crying together.

He always did have a knack for that.

At the same time, the irresistible burning of inspiration cannot be ignored for long before it literally burns a hole through your brain. I've been drawing, and photographing and crafting like no one's business lately. A lot of it is personal, a way of dealing with my grief, but I do plan to share some with you all.

Schoolwork has been piling up. I've had to put a lot of things on hold for the funeral and now its come back in a the form of a very vengeful landslide. (or is that a workslide?)

If anyone needs me, I'll be under this pile of work over here.