I wish I could say I was back, but I'm not.
I'm still on the outskirts of the pack, still a pony on the fence, and some one longing to be back to normal.
But I'm not.
I keep falling further and further off the edge.
Health, mental and physical, has kept me from doing anything.
I have been unemployed for almost 2 years now with NON-covid related health issues. If you know you know.
and instead of using the time to Draw, write, or get caught up on Books and games I have been putting off I just sit here and languish.
Now because of my issues I have to be a little fair, I can't sit in front of my computer like I used to. The pic I posted today has taken me a week to do.
Draw, "Scan" [fucking mice], clean up, color, and post.
I have been writing, long hand
and Drawing, I have really gotten into Inktober and have been taking prompts from close friends in an attempt to not let my skills atrophy.
Got a ton of those, and they look like ass. but if any one wants to see them I'll try to up load them.

I guess I just want to say that I love you all and I still think of you often. I'm just not well and I don't know when I will be again