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.