It's a mystery to me. My neck is perfectly fine, I get in bed, I fall asleep, I wake up--BAM! I can't move. I mean, I could move if I wanted, but only if I want to be in agony. And don't even think about looking to the left, or right. Did I sleep-walk around my room and do some midnight head-banging? Did I drift in a dreamlike state to my car and run it into a brick wall? What on earth happened in the night between laying down and waking up that caused my neck muscles to do a salsa, foxtrot and merengue?! Needless to say, I spent most of today in bed--the first part unable to lay down, and the second unable to sit up. In fact I searched in vein for a comfortable pain-free position. I have yet to find it even as I type this. I at least got some rough sketches done which you'll find posted here. More sketches for this manuscript that I intend to send off in all it's imperfect glory. I can't wait for perfect anymore--perfect never comes, and I have to keep reminding myself of that. :-)
And p.s. the pigs are unrelated to my story. Pigs are always showing up uninvited in my drawings--they sure have their nerve!
