In February I started anatomy practice, shoring up the part of illustration I think I’m the worst at: drawing people. I’m doing studies from a couple of different books (first up, George B. Bridgman’s Constructive Anatomy) and then practicing my line work by finishing my sketches in ink pen (mostly Pigma Microns). This is my favorite page of bones I’ve drawn so far.
February was an entire month, huh? A for real, at least 4 weeks long month? For me, it was mostly a blur of being asleep, coughing myself awake, and trying to get back to sleep again. I caught the flu some time around the start of the second week and here I am three+ weeks later, mostly better but still can’t shake this deep-in-my-chest cough. Doc says I’m not contagious, and my son – who also got sick but recovered quicker – is back to school, so I’m doing my best to get back to work. Part of that is this: regular blog updates. This one covers a whole month, but don’t worry. Like a February you mostly slept through, it’s shorter than you expect.
You’ve all heard breakfast is probably the most important meal of the day, but knowing that doesn’t mean you have the time or energy to make yourself a hot delicious breakfast every single day. (I mean, honestly. That’s a lot of days.) Don used to cook a breakfast casserole on the weekend that he’d portion out for his work week, but it was only okay. He didn’t love it, didn’t make it that often. But he wanted to!
Also there’s a Law & Order reference in here, which we’ll get to in a minute.
At his request, I took over the casserole cooking and made a few changes. Don used to put frozen hashbrowns directly into the dish before cooking; I add them to the saute stage so they’re heated up and absorbing flavors earlier on. He cooked this in a 9″x13″ pan; I use a 6-cup jumbo muffin pan. (That way every portion has the yummy crispy edges.) I changed it from mild cheddar to sharp, added peppers and onions. Now he loves it, and I make it almost every week.
Without any warning or reason, my insomnia faded away. I’ve been sleeping at least 7 hours a night, all at once instead of broken up into separate naps, for the last week. By itself that’s wonderful and I’m glad. But I’m also dreaming a lot more — not just more than I did when I wasn’t sleeping, but more than I usually do when I sleep okay — as if my brain is trying to shove in an extra two months worth of dreams on top of my usual slate, to make up for what I missed. Maybe this will recharge my brain, get my creative writing back on track? Or maybe it’s only pretty pretty lights playing merry hob with my brain, and in a few weeks it’ll fade away.