I’m uploading this week’s pages with no articles as there is a very real possibility that the snow storm could knock out my internet service. If you don’t hear from me after this week, then I’ve died someplace in the Colorado wilderness.
Had a dream where I was living in England, designing new package art for McDonald’s. No one would talk to me for some reason. It went on for days. When I tried to start a conversation with a coworker he just finished his sandwich, got up, and walked away. So finally I gave up on talking to people until someone brought their kids to work one day. They just sort of gravitated to me, asking questions about what I was drawing and such. So eventually, through the kids, I found people who would acknowledge my existence. It was a weird dream.