Sleep or fight?

I was trying to draw in bed which proved to be a lost cause, but since I seem to be hanging out there so much in my queasiness maybe I should just practice and get better at it.  Demi was keeping me company, but this doesn't look like Demi.  That's a straw hat on the bedpost....  I usually begin with pencil - and an eraser - but this evening I went straight to the ink.

I went to Juvenile Hall for an hour this afternoon, but cancelled earlier in the day for the volunteer boys' art group.  I just didn't have the energy to deal with them and came home for a nap instead.  I am glad I showed up for the girls' therapy group, however.  There were nine girls, one who had been on board for 30 weeks and will leave in a few days.  I would have been devastated if I hadn't been able to say goodbye to her.

The girls were great - participating actively and enthusiastic about the art project to showcase the theme of the day.  When staff came in later to recount all my contraband - art materials - I asked if the girls usually continued to be as mellow as they were at group's end or did all heck break loose after I left.  She said they did actually stay calmer, which pleased me no end.  There are a lot of scrappy fighters in that bunch who would just as soon jump an opposing gang member as look at her so anything that helps the girls maintain some sense of equilibrium - or teaches skills as to how to do that - is probably a good thing.