Day eighty-six of The 100 Day Project for 2021.

So, my attempt to render the moose's arse was less successful.

I mean, the moose head-on wasn't perfect, but it was more successful than today's attempt.

There are so many things wrong with this that I can't be bothered to detail. You have eyes ;)

I'm not annoyed. Just tired.

I was up watching my school friend, Nigel's, funeral on a live stream from 3:30 until 4:15 this morning and called it "a night" about 5:00.

Despite my best intentions to start work at 09:00, I just didn't have it in me. But, in the meantime, alarms and Slack notifications and dreams about work-related things permeated that time, so it wasn't a proper sleep-in.

Tomorrow I'm taking the day off to meet Scott. A good friend I've not seen in the flesh since before the pandemic started. Though we've managed a few virtual beers/ciders together in that time, and we're both due to virtually attend a mutual friend, Jane's, wedding on Saturday night.

You bet I'm disappointed not to be at a winery in Virginia, USA, on Saturday to celebrate with her.

Instead, I'll be sat at my desk, likely in my pyjamas, drinking cheap prosecco or red wine, if I'm lucky, while I watch from afar.

But at least I'll be able to be there vicariously. As I was in the wee hours this morning for an old friend who I'd mostly lost touch with since high school, but wish I hadn't.

Today's sketch was initially drawn with a 4H pencil, then overdrawn with an HB pencil.

Hug your people for me, okay?

Day eighty-five of The 100 Day Project for 2021.

So, this puppy... or rather, moose... is one of my favourite objects.

I don't know how he found his way into my parents' kitchen utensil drawer. Whether it was from their travels to Canada. Through my Mum's parents' travels there. Or via my Uncle, who lived in Calgary with his family for most of my childhood.

But, eventually, he made his way into the utensil drawer of the flat my parents bought. The flat each of us children lived in for a period in our late teens and/or early twenties.

And, eventually, I "adopted" him. So he has travelled from Canada to London by way of Melbourne and Brisbane, and possibly even Canberra and Darwin.

Not only is he sturdy and stylish. He's functional.

Unless I need to open a bottle stoppered with a cork, I will always turn to his majestic antlers for assistance. I get offended when Simon uses a commonplace bottle opener instead of him to open a bottle.

Not your average tacky souvenir, this one, even if he's not exactly rare and exclusive.

I sketched him with a 4H pencil. Then I overdrew and shaded small areas with an HB pencil.