|a pete the pony sketch i later finished in watercolor|
|nephew-child is seven weeks old already|
Les Miserables was really meant to be seen like I saw it today: In classy garb, in the company of good friends, and tea and talk afterwards.
I thought on the whole that it was very well done and moving piece. It also reminded me to be nowhere near France during one of its revolutions (they never seem to go well, do they?). I myself did not shed a tear, but there was sufficient sniffing and even sobbing in the rows behind us.
Stay classy, my friends. And dream a dream while you're at it.