Hi,
I know COVID related content is like passe now as we've all just moved on as a society. But, having had it for the first time this week was... well... Drawing worthy.
It was the worst at night. I could't sleep even thought that's all I wanted to do. I fancy myself a Bagnara Level napper too, so it was really odd to just lay there and NOT sleep. When I did sleep, I'd wake up and not know what century I was in. My dreams were filled with adventure. I was ducking and weaving giant viruses in a death race for survival and flying through wastelands of misfiring ganglia bursting in colorful sprites.
The soup was the best part. I love soup, you all know this, and no one can tell you you can't have it when you're sick with COVID so slurp up!
I'd like to give thanks to Kendra for keeping me alive though. We live in a loft so there is no quarantine, she just braved the wrath like a masked soldier storming the beach. Brewing huge cauldrons of bone elixirs like a forest witch and chopping cucumbers into digestible sizes and funny shapes to cheer me up.
Oh and, I'd like to give 0.00 thanks to my 2 cats who avoided me the entire time. I'd expect that from Heidi since she's basically a middle school goth girl. (Weird and skittish), but Sagan? My BFF, my number one homie on the planet avoided me like I was a lump of tainted chipmunk meat. (Oddly enough, that was how I felt most of the time).
Anyway, I drew my journey though the darkness and suffering. Through the twists and turns and random temperature fluctuations, to find myself at redemption just in time to rejoin society as we watch it crumble around us in 2024.
Cheers from your boy,
