when you care enough to send ham

I'm going to go ahead and state what the lack of activity around here has made painfully obvious : lately, I have been feeling crummy. Really crummy. However, I think I'm on the mend. At least I'm crossing my fingers that I am. You're crossing your fingers too...right?

I think it is a good sign that for the first time in a month, I feel like drawing. Maybe I'm back to being my normal self. OR perhaps the contents of the sweet care package from my dad were just too good to pass up...a classic assortment of pure southern goodness that only my dad would put together.

And yes, that's ham...