Here it is! The End of the Week Sketch Dump. Thanks for stick­ing with us through these tough times, every­one. Our homp-​jompies wouldn’t be nearly as shib­bing with­out you.

First on the sketchpile—women play sports. It’s true! No ref­er­ence mate­r­ial was used in the making of this image, so who knows what she’s up to. There­fore, by default: Mur­der­ball. (I’d say Calv­in­ball, but, you know … no mask.)

Some less fin­ished sketches, next. I don’t know whether I’ll finish the first two, but the third is simply a brief appraisal of Road Runner’s inter­net service.

And finally, three ladies who look very sim­i­lar to one another. I cer­tainly wouldn’t say that I was stuck in a rut—stuck in a rut—stuck in a rut—

*Bonk* Ow! Er, yes, well. I sup­pose I would.

Whew. Hope­fully, all this makes up in some small way for a raw shoul­der and a week with­out story. I and my stal­wart spaniel Greg will return in full force next week. Oh yes: prepare!