I have returned from the frozen tundra of Idaho and nipping at my heels was the feared Zombie Potato God who rules that blasted region of our benighted world with an iron fist… Do Zombie Potato deities have fists?

I know they have eyes and lots of them, but fists?

I am so glad to be home, and I’m even more glad that these damned holidays are OVER.  Couldn’t get anything done with all this disgusting love, cheer, and family togetherness biting into my bitter loner drawing time.

So frustrating.