That Googling Thing

The sweet embrace of unconsciousness.

With all that’s going on right now, we need to be cognizant of not just our physical wellbeing, but our mental health as well.

Case in point: when COVID-19 first settled stateside, I could not stop googling the news about it.  I’d just have to.  Next thing I know, it’s two hour later and I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole of news articles and opinion pieces.  The result?  My anxiety would spike hardcore, and I needed to get all my thoughts out there and just vent and vent and vent (mostly to my parents, who are indeed saints for dealing with me), my mind a non-stop roller coaster of awful.  And it would always be right before I’d go to bed.  The worst time to have my brain running a hundred miles per hour.

I’m not promoting ignorance.  At all.  It is important to stay informed.  But this is not being informed.  This is me racing through internet pages and internalizing everything awful, then spewing it back out.

The fact is, I need to step back.  For me to stay in one piece, I need to keep myself from this horrible habit.  I’ve been trying – a few slip-ups here and there, but for the most part, I think I’ve done okay.  I’ve learned that I need to redirect myself or physically hold myself back.  I don’t know if it’s some weird OCD thing or not – I have not been diagnosed by a professional, so I really don’t want to classify it as such.  But I do need to breathe, and back away from the Google, if I want to have any chance of coming away from the COVID-19 pandemic mentally together.

If reading the news helps keep your anxiety in check, great.  Go for it.  But I know that I can’t right now.  Because I won’t get anything from it.  My anxiety will just suffer.

So I will step back.  Breathe.  Knit.  Draw.  Whatever.

And keep moving.

 

Election 2020

It’s gonna be cray.

Please note: I do try to avoid talking politics whenever humanly possible.  So this will hopefully be the one and only comic touching on the presidential election this year.

But really, I can already tell, it’s going to be a weird one.  Which, truth be told, I think we have the last election to thank for that, setting a unfortunate new precedent for whatever shenanigans happen in future elections.

Whee.

Now back to your scheduled walruses.

After Work

Reflex. Sorry.

…maybe “rough” was the wrong word here.  “Weird,” definitely.

Our entire system was taken down at work for a few days in preparation for a new one to take its place.  This meant, however, that we couldn’t do anything.  At all.  Just check out books offline and tell people over and over again that no, we couldn’t renew their books/look up their accounts/try to find a book/basically diddly squat.

Kind of a surreal working experience.  Thankfully all is well and up and running.

So Long to Camp Solstice

“Please – no more trees. NO MORE TREES” – my drawing hand

Awww, Summer.

They are adorable, aren’t they, though?  And I’m very pleased with how this entire storyline turned out!  Hope you all have enjoyed this Summertime story!

Take a Hike

Drawn in the comfort of my nice, air-conditioned room indoors.

Truly, the most unrealistic part of this whole comic isn’t the talking animals or the anthropomorphized season – it’s the idea of me hiking.