I tell ya folks, it is really hard to want to be social and optimist these days. I don't even mean that in terms of dealing with the Coronavirus.

I can explain what I mean further for those curious. But, at this point, it has gotten to where playing games are a chore, drawing becomes more of put down exercise and work, which I have been lucky enough to keep my head somewhat afloat, is full of fear and confusion.

Then throw in the pandemic, which is its own kettle of fish, and the incompetence of the people in Washington, the people in it and the people around it. I know it is not something people do <and in my opinion, read: should do>, but I always feel that politica stuff a bit too close to home.

Speaking of home, things with my folks are no closer to being settled on friendly terms. It is amazing how much use of certain words can really paint a completely different picture of a person.

Know I am still here. Apologies for the last journal, I am still not in the best of moods or best of minds. Please, pardon our dust.