This past week was rough. Rough for the world, rough for me personally. I felt dazed and overwhelmed and afraid everytime I looked at the news or talked to friends. On top of that came dealing with July 4th PTSD stuff, and getting the news that my Lyme disease is very definitely no longer in remission and I will need to go back on the antibiotic coctail for the foreseeable future. I haven't had much energy to make art, but I knew that if iI let myself slide thiis one week, that's the fastest way I can shoot myself in the foot. So I plucked up spme gumption somewhere tonight and turned into a production whirling dervish, and lo and behold, for the 6th straight week, I've hit my target as solidly as I could have hoped!
I'm now in the bleeary how do words work anywwwwyyay stage of tired, so I'm off to bed. But I will leave you with my triumphant BAR CHART, Y'ALL
BECAUSE SIX WEEKS I HAVE DONE THIS NO MATTER WHAT AND ISN'T IT PRETTEEEE? Okay yes I will sleep now because zzzzzzzzzzz
