Hello, 2022.

Having spent the last five months trying to function as an adult again, it’s been tough getting back on the freelance horse. It certainly doesn’t help when you get the rug swept from under your feet just when you start thinking there couldn’t be any more rugs.

How fast can you go?

I’m doing as well as can be. I’m taking this time to write down a little progress report because I haven’t been setting time aside to write it down on my planner. This way, I hit two stones with one stone. No, we don’t hit birds in this household.

It’s not the end — did you count the ways?

We as a people have gone through straits that may be just as bad, if not entirely worse. But none of us would sign up to having a tough year — if there's one thing we all have in common, it's that we're here to have a good time. Unfortunately, life isn't that forgiving.

Dear ones in dire times.

Some might like to compare this pandemic with previous pandemics that occurred in the ‘20s of each century, but I’ve never been much for conspiracies. In any case, people die of disease and illnesses every day. It’s just that they happen amongst the many other difficulties life throws at us. Covid-19, though, is a beast of its own. Well, it’s a different breed of a specific specie of beast. So, it’s a mutant that we’re trying our damnedest to defeat this summer of 2020.

Parasitic.

Day 10 #escapril2020 | Parasitic ☠️

Natural light.

Day 9 #escapril2020 | Natural light ✨

Hometown.

Day 8 #escapril2020 | Hometown 🏡

Chemical reaction.

Day 7 #escapril2020 | Chemical reaction 💧

Obsession.

Day 6 #escapril2020 | Obsession 🌀

The view from up here.

Day 5 #escapril2020 | The view from up here 🐦