My family on my mother’s side has a history of stones.  No, not the fun kind that rock and roll, nor the artistic kind that you use to make Michelangelo’s David.  The kind that make you bend over and holler in agony.  That’s the kind that hit me yesterday night and sent me to the ER.  No, no life-threatening crap, but I am doped up and it is not possible for me to concentrate.  I need to let this pass.   But - I take this opportunity to release something I’ve been sitting on for awhile.  I do commissions, as some of you know, and so I put together a page of them.  Maybe it will encourage some of you to order one yourself.  Uncle John needs him some money, always.  Especially with the price of Vicodin …

Anyway, here’s the link:

COMMISSIONS

Enjoy.  As soon as I can, I will continue.  Right now, I have to lie down …

Warmest regards from a fetal position,

JED