First things first, my contribution to Illustration Friday, a picture about better fortunes, about happiness for Mister Sunshine (part two) ... It could be the virus or the infection or the antibiotics but this has been a very long week. As I've told a few people, it feels like I've had a pound of glue in my head. Still, I did manage to see my niece in Montreal for Easter, and we did have a nice time until the chocolate high scrambled any remaining thought. Plus a cop hiding under a bridge came out to give me a speeding ticket (first one ever), I did something crunchy to my spine, and this nuclear spring continued to blow its little shredded-paper storms back and forth. Today it's raining. Got an anti-treat in the mail yesterday, this rejection slip from Grain ... I have quite a collection of these, just from the same magazine (my entire collection of rejection letters could paper a good-sized bedroom), going back six or seven years at least. Honestly, I don't know wha