The experimental illustration days of yore are resurfacing to my consciousness almost daily. The call of pencil, ink and paper is louder and almost impossible to ignore. My wife bought me a new large sketch pad. I have just about used up all of the pages in my original one from 1985, making more drawings in 90 days than I have in almost 25 years.
She also bought new drawing ink and box to keep my new "tools" in one place. Within the next few days I'll be dipping my old Speedball Artist Pens into new bottle of Higgins ink. It's a shame the new bottles are plastic. Back in the day, they were glass! I still have one, but it's white.