Like every winter, by the time March rolls around I expect spring to come bounding in like a bouncy baby bunny, but it usually tends to be more like a brown snail winding it’s way to my door.

Apologies for the time gap.

I have been on an internet blackout for a few weeks.  I still did research, but I stayed away from all things social.  I tend to do two things when I'm in the sea of artists and people I love.  I wander off on rabbit trails, because I want to do it all, and I compare.  

The last time I wrote, I believe I talked about persevering even when the universe throws you obstacles.  Then came The Flood.