 At least once a day, I get this awful feeling. Usually it's about something small -- sending an awkward email; a phone call I'm procrastinating about; a belated thank-you note; some other tiny nonsense.
What should be a tiny pause of awkwardness, quickly surmounted, can grow so large. Sometimes it's so big, it's difficult to move -- as if I've been eaten alive. How did that frog get so big? Perhaps it's not a frog at all...  With much love to my father, for his many years of excellent advice.
I am invariably not-so-great at following said advice. *** For my regular readers, sorry for the looooong delay in posting webcomics! I've been kinda busy with my other work -- designing and installing GIGANTIC community murals. You can read more about that here, if ya wanna: tinyurl.com/elementalmural . Or not! Follow your own advice here. ***  I am perfectly capable of derailing my own day, thank you very much.
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