Chantal: “Where are you going?
Me: “I’m meeting Yvan and Claudette on 3rd Avenue.”
Chantal: “Ok. Don’t sit on your stool.”
That’s the conversation that took place following my “banging head against the wall” day on Tuesday. She needn’t worry. My Walkstool has worked flawlessly for years and excepting the need to replace the rubber feet that just wore out, it has been a reliable companion. The calamity was all on me; I screwed up… again.
Anyways, I did meet “the guys” and drew this little scene. Not my best but I am trying to recoup my blood supply after all. I did another sketch, a more complete one, but I didn’t get to put color on it so I’ll post that one tomorrow. Great day but REALLY cold.