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