If It's Broke, Try To Fix It

I recently suffered a rather painful sensation in my ankle (make of that what you will) which has forced me to lie low for a while and put my feet up. Or at least one of them. I can't subscribe any degree of rational thought to the idea of clouds having a silver lining, but the sudden case of immobility has forced me to redescover my old graphite friend, which in turn hilighted just how slovenly my scribbles have become; hence this page of sketchbook sloppery (?)...


Must try to fix this problem.