Rinse hands. Soap up. Make your hands wrestle while singing twenty seconds’ worth of John Prine’s “When I Get To Heaven.” Rinse. Dry hands. Use what you dried your hands with to turn off the water.
n.e.s. #67 of 480
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n.e.s. #66 of 480
Longitude plus latitude minus lassitude equals attitude.
n.e.s. #65 of 480
Do we lose consciousness, or gain it?
n.e.s. #64 of 480
Friends, I am baffled as to where this installment came from. It does not reflect what is currently going on in my own life at all. No Ping-Pong, no whine, no difficult decision to make.
And while I was drawing it was as if I were being TOLD what to draw. Odd.
n.e.s. #63 of 480
It starts with Growing things, Friends.
n.e.s. #62 of 480
Other confinements aside, we are all doing a life sentence, with no possibility for parole, between our ears.
n.e.s. #61 of 480
This one suffers from policies, which include no looking at photo sources, no do-overs with white-out, and no turning back till finished. They are policies, not commandments, but I try to adhere.
n.e.s. #60 of 480
More important than being careful what you wish for is to wish big, and put all your resources at the service of your wish. But being careful is a close second.
n.e.s. #59 of 480
Impact, as has been previously noted, is easily split into Imp Act.
n.e.s. #57 of 480
Subtext: when the job is bigger than you, find the biggest Friend you can.
