Gouached quick renderings of my cat drawings while Charlie played the piano until he couldn't anymore, and collapsed into his bed that had been freshly made and waiting for him. Charlie returned home from Australia early this morning, having been gone for 3 months. It was a long trip, after a canceled flight from LA, but he is home now. We talked briefly about the senseless tradegy of the Boston marathon bomb. There was little to say, but our quietness said it all. The heartache was tangible.