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Held Hostage by Covid Date: Day March⁶

As one day bleeds right into the next, I thought I’d stop in and say “hi.”
hi.

I would now like to present to you, the reader, with my 2020 Working Calendar :

  • January
  • February
  • March¹
  • March²
  • March³
  • March⁴
  • March⁵
  • March⁶
  • ?
  • ?
  • ?
  • ?

I both finished and started commissions that probably should have been done in March¹. I was not expecting Covid to not only shut down my quaint little burgh, but also my ambition to muster any motivation.

March² was more of the same. Each month of March¹²³⁴⁵⁶ brought something new and horrifying to the table. But I digress.

In moments of mind-numbing ennui, I went down many internet rabbit holes to discover many unknown facts. Whether it was learning about inside rifts of my favorite bands (it’s either money or a pink flamingo)

or finding the X with his future Mrs living in a brand new house on an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub
Big enough for ten plus me. 

Forgive me. March⁶ has been particularly stressful.
I just had a Nickelback flashback.

Anyway, I found this gem:

Things I found en route to finding other things …

Shhhh … she sleeps.

Ok then. Let’s just move on and never speak of this again.

I wanted to still, somehow, stay true to BLUE so although I changed a few things, but only a few, I used #0000FF.

I am currently working on a ruggedly handsome bridge bun named “Thor.” Stay tuned. This one is a pencil and ink work!

I am hoping we may soon see another month besides March and that things unstress a bit. I mean, how can I trade my life for fortune and fame, even cut my hair … and …
change my name …

Again. I apologize. It’s been an exceptionally stressful month.

You’re Welcome.