Last Saturday, for the first time since November, I met with my three etegami colleagues, who, along with me, form "The Group of Four," which I have mentioned many times on this blog. The only item our hostess had prepared for us to draw was a potted cactus plant. It did not inspire me. I stared out the window at the heavily falling snow for a while, and daydreamed.
Then, horror of horrors, our hostess brought out a dish of tiny wrapped chocolates to go with the coffee she had just served the others. She KNOWS that I have an irresistable weakness for chocolate, and furthermore, she KNOWS that I have caffeine incompatibility, which is why I can't drink coffee along with the others. So I steeled my heart and persuaded myself to think of the chocolates as a subject to draw, not to eat.
I drew the chocolate. Then I ate it. At least I think I did. It was there one minute, and then it was gone. In fact, by the end of the drawing session, I had three empty wrappers in front of me. Just as I had feared, due to my uber-sensitivity to caffeine, I was in a state of nervous anxiety for the next 48 hours and unable to sleep. The effect has finally faded and I am now in my default state of calm & care-free. This is not the first time, nor will it be the last, that I surrender to my love of chocolate. I just wish it loved me back.