Dear you,
I know I've been bad about keeping in touch. I'm sorry. You know the story; busy as hell, and more than a little crazy. Doesn't leave much room for feeling like there's anthing worth telling.
It's 5:30 in the morning right now, and I'm about to head off to the Oakland airport, from where I'll be flying to Pittsburgh.
Yeah, I'm meeting my wife's family for the first time.
And the comic is comiing along beautifully.
An observation on that topic though: When I've been awake all night, and hit that point of lucid exhaustion, I can draw like a mother-fucker, but I must not fool myself into thinking I can ink.
That is all.
You may go about your business.
