My old Rapidograph pen started getting sluggish after I'd inked in the poem and most of the Kestrels on this page. And when I opened it up in the bathroom to clean it out, all the interior parts of the nib were missing. I know they had to have been there or the pen wouldn't've worked at all. As near as I can figure, they must've come loose, dropped out into the sink, and gotten washed down the drain without me even noticing.

     So I had to drive up to the art supply store in Westminster before I could finish today's page.