Here is a drawing to fill this space since I have very few words right now. I'm getting mentally prepared to paint some cityscapes in oil, even though it's the sales of my landscape drawings that are paying for the supplies. Spending several hours inhaling toxic fumes while priming panels and underpainting canvases today hasn't helped the brain function. I wish spring would arrive and let me open the windows.
These pussywillows are forging ahead regardless. They didn't have a winter getaway to Mexico either but they're not letting it interfere with their output, are they?