The Turnstile

My sketch was way to sketchy and I just could not picture sunshine. I had asked Mary to repost my location but saw nothing of the fabled runners that day. Good thing, as I wasn't making much progress.

Ruth arrived back a couple of times with coffee and at noon we took a break for lunch at a "family restaurant." First wait of more than an hour for food I have ever experienced anywhere in the world. This put us back in business close to three in the afternoon. I was pretty much finished in all respects one-half hour later and not in a kindly mood. Mary slogged on until a time near the deadline at five; but it seemed a bit late to submit either work, and mine was quite unfinished. Her watercolour painting was a gem!