At six fifteen this evening, after three hours with my 6B Berol, I finally saw through repeated photographs that the kid's chin was too short. I pounced on the drawing with my knead. He's looking a little less spastic and bucktoothed than he did fifteen minutes ago. I would have preferred to have gone swimming, but the temperature is 93 F and the dock is in full sun. I stuck with scrutinizing. I like the dark background I laid in this morning. Now to refine his jaw area and move on. There's still something with his upper lip I'm uncomfortable with? But there's tomorrow. I think I'd like a glass of wine right now. I really put this kid through hell and me too, but learned a few things and had an excellent session studying values.