The floor of my son’s karate school is wide bright golden hardwood. Shiny. The classes get crisper as he gets older. Noah’s step dad is off the floor awaiting his class, stretching. He and Noah started taking classes at the same time. They both wear a white unform (a gi) and the both wear blue belts. I wear black sweater and jeans. I’m sipping coffee with my mother who is visiting. It’s Seido Karate. Most martial arts are derivatives of Wushu Kung Fu and Seido is no exception. It’s very family friendly. We had him in a ju jitsu school originally and I preferred it. It’s a harder, more practical fighting style. One of the older members scrubs the door handle.
Everyone is concerned about the coronavirus here in the Bay Area. There is no hand sanitizer to be bought in the Bay. I don’t think we’ll all die in some zombie-style apocalypse but I do think there will be a serious quarantine as well as economic downturn. Right now it feels a little like before a blizzard back east. Man, I’m glad I have this day job. Some of my artist friends are already out of work. It just feels like these years will be hard.
I’m watching pro wrestling and coloring comic pages. The potentially immortal Gran Metalik just hit John Morrison with a hurricurana. Bonkers. I’ve got 18 pages colored. Chip chip chip. I need to get a regular schedule. I’m mostly winging it and I do better when I designate particular days for making comics.
Anyhoo. We are hanging in out here. More comics are coming. Thanks for tuning in. Refunds, as always, are still available.