I’ve been fighting off a nasty lung infection for the last two weeks, and it’s left me too weak to even pick up a brush.
The heat in my head has created some very odd dreams – Eiffel towers in the mountains, watching my lungs break apart in the wind. I’ve been keeping a sketchbook and pen on the couch to keep track of it all as Thing2 hovers next to me, nursing every little cough and sniffle..