Chopsticks (a belated Sunday Scribblings)

I’m late! I’m late! I’m so very very late!

Apparently some days back it was National Chopsticks Day. I’m guessing this is in the US, since everyday seems to be chopsticks day here in China where I live (who would have thought?). Anyway Peckapalooza over at The Confusing Middle runs a weekly prompt called Sunday Scribbling and despite being late, I want in. Much appreciation for the inspiration.

Chopsticks

Be well,

Monty

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