flotsam, there is something wrong with me

Down to the nub

While most of my cooped-up time goes to pacing or pedaling like a madwoman, or cooking meals to celebrate fictional trips…

… occasionally I find myself coloring my stress away instead. Which means my original set of colored pencils, from the start of the pandemic…

… are pretty much all worn down to the nub by now.

(Good thing I’m prepared for such eventualities!)

If you need me, I’ll be over here coloring.