Dusty Drawing Table

So I was downstairs yesterday and walked past my drawing table...and felt a wistful melancholy as I looked at a drawing I had still not completed when I had two good hands and wondered what would I be able to draw now that things have changed. So I walked over and picked up one of my blending pencils and proceeded to see what would happen. I can't hold a pencil even remotely like I did before because of my thumb not bending but I found I could hold it!! That seemed like a start for me so I plan to try to get back at it and even if the brain and hand find it awkward going it will still be a more fun therapy than the other not so fun exercises.