It seems disgusting disease has knocked me off my pins, for the nonce. Some sort of cold - nothing too serious, but getting outa bed is hard. Although all the mucus makes slip-sliding possible. Ha-RANCCKKH!
Nevertheless, I've inked most of a Mink page, but it's not looking like I'll be finished before dark (and sleepytime).
But just to keep y'all posted, here's a Golden Moldie, from when I still lived in Iceland. Please note that no Arnorssons have lived at Hraunbraut 14 for decades, now.