Wanderlost

If you live in Cannon Beach and think to yourself, “Man, this barely looks like where I live at all,” I apologize. I am relying as much on reference photos as on my memory of the place, but mostly deferring to what I prefer to draw. What you get is more of a hodgepodge of Pacific Northwest architecture and coastal landscape, with a few Cannon Beach signifiers thrown in. (Mostly the rock.) Were I more true to the picture, there would be many more hotels, motels and condos in the scenery. But man, that is boring to draw.

The thing I like most about the Warthog is his adaptive delusionability. No, that’s not a real word. But you know what I mean: he can fit his illusions about himself to his situation, no matter how much it changes. Chloe was clever enough (and I think of her as a very clever little duck) to exploit that as a way of easing him out of her life. Some of you may think that cruel. But really, it’s a bit much for a near-adolescent duckling to tolerate the relentless affection of a much older warthog. And I don’t wanna turn this into anthropomorphic Lolita. Plenty of that on the Internet already.

Want a health update? Feeling much better. Holding strong. Everyone in my house is back to normal. Gonna consult with my ENT about the CT scan of my sinuses. We’ll see how that goes.